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There is a question I have been meaning to ask somebody, but a question that because I thought of posing it to someone else, I feel I must ask it to myself first. “Before you lay your head to rest at night, when you analyze yourself, what exactly is it that comes to mind?” I…
I have been asked to speak at an event this weekend to a group of clients that currently reside in a rehab facility. It just so happens to fall a couple of days after my “sobriety date,” April 20th, 2020, marking my second consecutive year without a drop of alcohol. Nights and weekends, too! As…
My relationships have seemed to flame out dramatically for various reasons, but being overly lustful for my significant other, I don’t believe, was one of them. I have always thought of lust as simply “an overwhelming desire to have sex with someone or a lot of someone’s.” Google, for all intents and purposes, confirms that…
Dinah is Defiled. A bit difficult to interpret this. It makes clear that Shechem “defiled” Dinah, but it also makes clear that he loved her. Some people have interpreted this defilation as rape, but my contention is, “whatever happened to just read the black parts?” Yes, in some cases we are left to our own…
In this episode of the wysb.me podcast, we recap and dissect the articles written from 12/5/21 to 12/15/21. We talk about Miss Megan and Mr. Paul’s introductory pieces, their respective upbringings, dealing with children and exes, unfulfilled potential, what it means to be real, toxic masculinity, and a fair amount of spirituality – among other…
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I have red hair, one of my best friends is named “Hook,” and I have been known to wear tights. They call them “meggings” these days. The male version of leggings. That is how we do things today. Make up a new word to make anything and everything acceptable. Speaking of anything and everything, I…
Esau Sells His Birthright. You can think of this scenario as one of a drug dealer dealing drugs to an addict. The addict, although perhaps willingly delusional about the severity of the situation, convinces themselves that they need to escape the momentary pain they are in immediately. Esau is ripe for the taking, and Jacob takes advantage of him by stealing…
Somebody once told me that there are no victims, only volunteers. I believe this to be true, but in a roundabout way. The roundabout way being that if you are a victim of something, you will inevitably become a perpetrator of a similar offense, and if you are a perpetrator, you will inevitably become a…
When the sun rests atop the hill, Everyone shines, and everyone glows, When the sun lies beneath the hill, From the depths arises the unknown, When the sun rests atop the hill, The two lovers say I do, When the sun lies beneath the hill, I wonder if I’ll ever do I do, too, When…
Not really. Google image Glenrio, Texas. It looks like the place you are sent to if God isn’t pleased with you after you die. Glenrio is just the middle point between Los Angeles, CA, and Nashville, TN. I have witnessed the two opposite ends of the spectrum from living in California and Tennessee. They are…
