I talk to myself all the time. I say things like, “Subomi, you can’t be proud.”, “Subomi, be patient.” That’s my Melancholy side (Shosho), reigning in my Choleric side (Subomi).

I have other daily conversations. I ask, “God, where are you working and how can I join you in your work?”, “God, what have you blessed/graced? Help me to align instead of fighting against the tide.”

I find that my daily internal conversations determine the directions I take in life and much of my decision-making. I rarely discuss an idea with a friend that I have not ruminated on internally. Maybe these conversations are a form of prayer, I don’t know.

I pray best when I’m reading the Bible. I’m always taking notes, seeking direction. I fully expect God to speak to me as I read; showing me principles I can apply to current issues.

The Bible is a living breathing book to me. I can’t explain it. It’s been shaping my mind and ideologies for years. I derive great comfort from it. I believe I am more intelligent because of years spent reading the Bible. The difference is apparent to me.

I write well in church. I’m not one to waste the presence of the Holy Spirit and the quiet inspiration found in services. Some come for healing, worship or to hear the word. I mostly go to write.