Finding True Refuge

| This is the 105th story of Our Life Logs | In 1989, I was born in Medellín, Colombia. I lived the first six years of my life in Colombia before my parents moved our family to the United States. At the time, Pablo Escobar, a drug lord and narco-terrorist, was wreaking havoc in Colombia and my parents didn’t feel that living in Colombia was … Continue reading Finding True Refuge

Mending What Was Broken

This is the 72nd story of Our Life Logs   I was born in 1996 in Lexington, Kentucky where my parents worked to try to keep us above the poverty line. My mom worked tirelessly to make money with multiple jobs while my dad refused to work more than one job. To make matters worse, my dad preferred blowing the money he’d just made on luxuries … Continue reading Mending What Was Broken

From My Ugly Past

This is the 67th story of Our Life Logs.   Life is an examination full of tricky questions. However, it is not compulsory for you to get everything right. In a way, the tears I have wept may have cleansed my heart. I was born to extremely young parents. My mother was an upper primary school student while my father was just finalizing his high school … Continue reading From My Ugly Past

The Gift of Miracles

This is the 63rd story of Our Life Logs.   I had read in the Bible about miracles, but I had big doubts about them ever happening to me. Because of my beliefs, I was always skeptical. It was not until God started showing me the miracles in my life that that I saw the possibilities, and it changed my life forever. 1 | Anger Issues I … Continue reading The Gift of Miracles

I Will Not Fail

| This is the 52nd story of Our Life Logs. | I grew up in Marshall, Texas with nine other brothers and sisters. I was the second-youngest in the mix of 10 children. My father was never in the picture. He left my mother long before I could even remember. My mother had only an eighth-grade education and was prone to severe anxiety, and so we lived on … Continue reading I Will Not Fail

Life Served Me a Lemon

Growing up in the dusty countryside of Kenya was fun and typical for girls of my age in the early 1990s. Life was blissful. Sometimes I wish I could rewind and stop the time, just to savor the innocence of those days. My family had settled about 10 miles from the famous home of Obama’s grandmother in Kogelo. The village was close-knit, and neighbors were … Continue reading Life Served Me a Lemon