Embers to Embers by Coletha Albert

They were unknown in their large metropolitan city as Ariel and Joshua, a boisterously quiet couple who kept mostly to themselves now. They began as two lost souls on the garbage pile of the unwanted. She showed him how to get high and he liked it. She had always been high and did not knowContinueContinue reading “Embers to Embers by Coletha Albert”

Consequence is No Coincidence

Consequences of Ignoring or Committing the β€œSeven Things God Hates” In Proverbs 6:16–19, God lists seven behaviors He detests: haughty eyes, a lying tongue, hands that shed innocent blood, a heart that devises wicked plans, feet that make haste to run to evil, a false witness who breathes out lies, and one who sows discord among brothers scriptureriver.com+1.ContinueContinue reading “Consequence is No Coincidence”

Immortal Universal Law by Coletha Albert

Once you realize that there is no ending but everything continues AND you understand that what your soul does comes back seven fold – you make better choices. Won’t you?

Dreamweaver inspired Coletha Albert today

“Dream Weaver” I’ve just closed my eyes againClimbed aboard the dream weaver trainDriver, take away my worries of todayAnd leave tomorrow behind Ooh, dream weaverI believe you can get me through the nightOoh, dream weaverI believe we can reach the morning light Fly me high through the starry skiesMaybe to an astral planeCross the highwaysContinueContinue reading “Dreamweaver inspired Coletha Albert today”

Psalms 66 – Celebrate Anyway

https://mscoletha.wordpress.com/2025/05/31/i-believe/?page_id=10763 You could cry today Celebrate anyway You could moan today Celebrate anyway You could shout today Celebrate anyway You could curse today Celebrate anyway You could live today Celebrate anyway You could die today Celebrate anyway You could read today Celebrate anyway You could write today Celebrate anyway You could win today Celebrate anywayContinueContinue reading “Psalms 66 – Celebrate Anyway”

Aisha, Short Story by Coletha Albert

“Aisha, remember that the most beautiful flowers grow in the wildest of gardens,” my grandmother once told me. “But they have to survive the thorns first.” Her words felt like a distant echo, like a prophecy I was desperately trying to rewrite. Growing up as a Black American female was an intricate dance of survival.ContinueContinue reading “Aisha, Short Story by Coletha Albert”

Hallelujah πŸ’πŸ’πŸ’πŸ’πŸ’πŸˆ

youtube.com/watch I love my life I honor my life I dignify my ancestors I respect my legacy I praise GOD ALMIGHTY for HIS FAVOR FOREVER. If I ever complained I beg GOD’S MERCY AND FORGIVENESS. πŸ•―οΈπŸ•―οΈπŸ•―οΈπŸ•―οΈπŸ•―οΈπŸ•―οΈπŸ•―οΈ