Peaceful Passenger's Travel Log

Servant Mother, Graphic Designer & Writer

Recent Travels

I am a protected servant on a journey, home. 18 years ago, I said to the God of my understanding, “Show up in my life in such a way I can’t deny You and I will tell everyone about You.” Most of the the posts found here are my way of keeping my word.

Haven Shower Kit Give-A-Way

On the Hanes Women's 3-Piece Pajama Set with Sherpa Slippers, there are four options: Starting at the top the first set are Small; the second one is Medium; third represents Large and the Fourth Extra Large. We are seeking 12 of each size. On the items where the count...

PRAISE REPORT

Exactly one month ago today just after two in the afternoon, I woke up in intensive care at the U of L Trauma Center, with a ventilator tube down my throat. Meningitis, caused by a common cold virus almost took me off the planet. MANY people, known and unknown, near...

Healed

Because I serve a healing God the Dr.'s office called to cancel tomorrow's surgery!!!! I had an MRI on Friday that confirms, for man, what God has done for me. The meningitis that almost ended my life created a scab that closed the break in my skull. My God is good to...

Healing Water

10.31.19 Thursday 5:30 pm I am about to scream, feeling trapped, scared and unheard. All of the things I normally do to comfort myself are unavailable to me. I have not had sunlight on my body since I came in here last Wednesday, the 23rd of October. I went to sleep...

My heros . . .

Pictured here are the people who inspired me to serve in my life community. They set an example of leadership and power that sustains me. They taught me how to stand through a storm and how to speak truth to power.

Well loved . . . not spoiled

I have been well loved in this life, for most of my life. Many have called me spoiled when it seems that I expect a yes, to my request for the best of what is available. I admit I do expect that my needs will be met and my desires, honored because they always have...

. . . In the kitchen

This is a revised version of a post first published in February 2015. I am a servant mother. I love to eat, good food. I love to cook, good food. I bond with my children through personalized meals, in the kitchen. I open lines of communication, in the kitchen. I...

Mobile musings. . .

As I get on the bus, gym-bound, I wonder about the white man sitting next to Mrs. Parks' seat on the nearly empty bus . . ., is it a conscious choice or one of convenience? Is it ignorance or acknowledgment? I must never forget that back in the day, there were many...

Monday’s Mobile Meditation

It is an overcast Monday morning, riding TARC, I'm headed to the gym, to change what I do not like about me right now, my weight. I am a peaceful passenger, a protected, praying servant, on the ground, with My Mobile Meditation flowing into my ear. This Spotify...

My Simple Truth

I have been living, in service, for the past 18 years. I have also been in hiding for the same span of time. At least that is how it has felt. Twenty years ago, I had a Damascus Road experience and committed my life to service. I opened my life and home to young women...