Memoirs of Algeisha: Why bask?

I began to realize that I couldn’t love the poor if I didn’t even love my mom or my roommates. If I didn’t love myself.

Write My Love Story

A few months ago I distinctly heard God whisper to me "to write My love story." That is, the story of his transforming love and grace in my life.

So here, in a mismatched collection of posts riddled with my thoughts and percolations and amateur attempts at poetry and wisdom, is a love story. Amid self-indulgence (okay, I admit I like it when people read my stuff) I hope to find grace and connection. I hope that in this space I can be true to myself, to the heart and brain that God has created me with, and to the story of God's love for me.

I hope also that my stories connect with you, that they allow me in some small way to befriend not only my past, myself, and my creator, but you. So these are my memoirs. These are my attempts to "write my love story."

Memoirs of Algeisha

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Friday, October 28, 2011

Why bask?

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