I love to cook. It's an act of worship.

I want to encourage.

I like a cool breeze before a storm whisking through the windows in summer.

I like listening to Bethel's spontaneous worship.

I'm cooking beef, yellow rice, and cauliflower. I'm leaving in four days and I'm trying to eat up what I have left. It's turning out to be a pretty nice meal. Wish I could share it.

The timer is ticking in rhythm with my music.

I despise the ice cream truck, I always have.