shawjack's Letters
Arise, you are nothing.
You will be, but you never were.
All that you are, you’re nothing.
Your clothes are fine and well put together like a masterpiece; like creativity lives in your bones, runs through your veins, travels through your blood, and seeps from your flesh.
You Are Nothing.
Your mind is sharp.
Your wisdom flows like it’s from…read more
Process of Delivery: Faith or Foolery?
By: Shawna Jackson
In the beginning, I had no idea that I was going on a journey. Like Jesus was led into the wilderness, I too, was being led into a dry place. A place where there would be a drought. I was going to a place where I wouldn’t even have myself to depend on. I would be in a place, yet without t…read more