Confessions of a joy bringer

Confessions of a Joy Bringer: I woke up on Thanksgiving day and quickly found myself in a foul mood. Of all days! Everything was compiling as thing after thing created a mound of bitter, frustrated, and out right nasty thoughts that churned my emotions into a hot and...

I’m not hanging

I love to worship. It’s a very expressive and emotional thing for me. Typically I close my eyes tight and sing loud, unaware of whatever anyone else is doing. Often I have visions of what the room may look like in the spiritual realm, or I see Jesus standing in...

When a father says “yes”

As a parent, do you ever feel like a “no” machine? As much as I thought that would never by my parenting style, I find I say “no” a lot more than I’d like. I am not talking about the moments when a “no” is important, I am referring to the “nos” that are rooted in...

Restoring faith in humanity

I call my dad, Jerry Marshall…mostly behind his back. To his face I call him daddy, dad, daddy-papa, and occasionally, Jerry Marshall. Two reasons. First, that’s his name. Second, he is a character. Calling him by his name helps me distinguish him from the...

Dragon breath and scorch marks

Dragon breath sucks…no not the morning kind, the kind that comes in the form of words. Words that feel like evil fire spewing at you from the mouth of another person. So hot and thick that it actually leaves scorch marks. I have stood face to face with this kind of...