Plain Friday in Houston by Coletha Albert

The afternoon heat in Houston was heavy and thick, pressing against the windows of Maya’s University village apartment. Even with the central A/C set at 55% Fahrenheit, the humid air seemed to settle in every corner. Maya had been staring at her laptop screen for six straight hours, grinding through data spreadsheets for a projectContinueContinue reading “Plain Friday in Houston by Coletha Albert”

Poem by Coletha Albert: The Man Who Loves Me

God holds His hands and helps Him stand

When I fall, He keeps His faith

When he falls, I keep my faith

No matter who falls we always pray

And seek God’s Face in every way

“I love The Lord!” is what I say

The Lord loves us, that’s His way