When it comes to women, I get it. From an early age, I have always known how to express my feelings in a way that was both crystal clear, and that spoke directly to the sincerity by which they were said. I have that down pat. It’s because of this gift that I often find myself growing increasingly frustrated when I’m unable to express the love that I have for God with that same level of conviction.

I was often told that a picture was worth a thousand words. But as I’ve gotten a little older and a tad bit wiser, I’ve come to realize that powerful imagery is worth so much more than those thousand words … especially when it speaks to the very pulse of your passion for another person.

Last night, I aimlessly walked the streets of Amsterdam with no set destination in mind. Now, it wasn’t like I didn’t have anywhere to go … in fact, it was quite the opposite. But before I could make my scheduled dinner plans, I wanted to walk and clear my mind a bit.

Over the past few years, I’ve attempted to accurately define the true meaning of love. And while I’ve gotten close to nailing it a time or two, I don’t think I’ve ever completely hit a homerun with my prose. I occasionally kick myself for what I perceived to be literary shortcomings… But then I read [...]

Lord, grant me the strength to always honor my gift of self-expression. But if I ever fall short and it’s taken away, I pray that I’m still able to learn from the thoughts and honest expressions of others—particularly as it relates to love and relationships.

Sometimes I have to take a step back from it all to remind myself that I wouldn’t stand a chance in relationships if it wasn’t for the intercession of a loving, compassionate God who’s always there for me—through both the highs and subsequent lows brought on by matters of the heart.

It’s time to take things back to the good old days … back when love felt a tad bit simpler … back when music made you nod your head in approval instead of scratching it in confusion …

“I know you really like me, but why? What is that you see in me?” ….. As the words left her mouth, I could sense that it was something that had been troubling her for a while. I mean, there was absolutely no reason for her to doubt my sincerity, but I wasn’t about to turn this into a “you need to believe me” type of conversation. No, this was about her feelings, so I wanted to acknowledge them.

There are certain aspects of today’s hip-hop and R&B songs that I absolutely detest. Primarily, it’s the part that encourages men to refrain from engaging in acts of chivalry. Instead of opening a door, we’d much rather shut the club down. Or instead of looking our woman in the eyes and saying “you’re beautiful,” we’d rather look at her backside and say “damn shawty that ass is fat.”

Every night that it rains, I pull out my pen and pad and start writing to you. I’m still not sure what it is about the rain that prompts this response … maybe it stems from my childhood belief that rain somehow represented the tears of God. And if God was able to unashamedly express his emotions, then why couldn’t I?