Savannah. May you finally rest, sweet child.

posted on: February 21, 2019

Savannah. Savi.  

Savannah. It is of Spanish origin, and its meaning is “treeless plain” from Spanish sabana. Where will you find rest, dear one? 

Matthew 19:14 (KJV)
But Jesus said, Suffer little children, and forbid them not, to come unto me: for of such is the kingdom of heaven.

His precious last breath of air.

“They can just hang him.”

“Let him rot in a cell somewhere.”

“Life in prison is too good for him.”  

I can’t post the rest of what was said online about this creature.



What I am about to say isn’t pretty. It isn’t nice and it is definitely not pleasant. Brace yourself and endure.



Those  comments in italics above are just some of the comments on social media by strangers and people of society and those in his community and neighborhood when they realized “Geo” was mentally ill and in a psychotic attempt to supposedly remove a microchip buried inside his daughter,  he brutally murdered the two year old baby with a hammer in her bedroom Tuesday morning, February 19th, 2019. Read about the monster here.

“This is the worst case I’ve ever seen.” said Detective Robert Enmon of the Orange police department. It affected so many police officers, first aid responders and people in this city. This is all such a tragedy.


Take that in for a moment.



Please. Below is a picture of this sick individual.


It is hard to wrap one’s mind around this atrocity. In no way, am I about to  condone this maniac’s actions. He is guilty and there should be severe consequences. In light of this innocent two year old baby girl’s nightmarish death I would like to turn the spotlight on us as a society, a community and as a human. Were we morally obligated to somehow save her, help her or help him get mental help beforehand? 


Deciding what (if anything) counts as “morally obligatory” is a principal concern of ethics. Responsibility is accompanied by three essential elements:

1) Norms that determine accountability,

2) freedom or free will to act as a rational agent, and

3) results that can be either praiseworthy or blameworthy. Was anyone else besides the father blameworthy? Were we as a community part of the problem? Those are difficult questions and ones that we may even be quick to shun, however, they must be asked.

Responsibility with respect to these three elements is essential to being human. 

Yovahnis “Geo” Roque age 26 is charged with capital murder in the killing of this innocent child, Savannah. He could face the death penalty or life in prison. Neighbors merely doors down from him couldn’t explain why he snapped. No one can understand the tragedy and blame is thrown around just to try to make sense of everything.

Did we as a community reach out or offer aid? The mother of the baby girl died in 2016. Did we bring food? Did we offer to help with the infant at any time? Did we ever as a community challenge him to go to church and attend services and bring his daughter to Sunday school? Did we as a city show him there was a better way to live and raise his child?

“Well no, of course not.

He didn’t live here back then. He was in another state when the mother of his child died.

He didn’t grow up here.

He is a stranger.

I didn’t know him.

He should have known better.”  and on and on and on the comments go……


Of course. You’re right. We didn’t reach out. We didn’t know him. He did know right from wrong. Our ‘no’ is quickly enveloped with the soothing excuse that eases our minds and allows us to fall back into a lax slumber as we pull our Comforter back up around our shoulders and snuggle under the heavy cloak of security and denial.   “Well, my babies are safe. I’d never do that.” This murder should have never occurred.

Proverbs 6:9 (KJV)
How long wilt thou sleep, O sluggard? when wilt thou arise out of thy sleep?

We as a community are trying to make sense of this senseless nightmare before closing our eyes and returning to our routines, schedules and obligations. Then we will just go back to ignoring the hurt and devastation that is going on daily along all the avenues all around us.

It sounds harsh but it is truth. History proves that time and time again. The shock and horror wear off and we go back to ‘normal’. Remember 9/11? The emotions and rage we felt so long ago has faded a bit. We have healed some in the years gone by. We will heal again. We will continue on with life. That fact is sad.

This murder happened two blocks from the church I attend. This murdered happened almost in the shadow of the church’s steeple. This child for the last year or so lived less than five minutes from my best friends’ home where I go multiple times a week. We as a church should have known this family. I should have had interaction with this family at least once this last year…but I didn’t.

I should have at least one recollection and memory of kneeling down and peering into those dark eyes of this innocent girl as I introduced myself and invited her to Sunday school just a few blocks up from her house.

I need to let that sink in.



I should have, within the last year, at least once knocked on that house’s door and asked if I could pray with them about any situation. I dropped the ball.

But I didn’t. I didn’t know him. You didn’t know them.

It wasn’t THIS community’s fault this monster murdered his daughter. It wasn’t our fault. 

We didn’t know him or what he was capable of. We do know someone. We do live next door to someone…and if you are a saint in a church somewhere then you do have an obligation to reach the lost and the hurting in this twisted, dying world. 

Let me talk to religious folks, spiritual church goers for a sec. We cannot keep the Prince of Peace to ourselves. We are to be witnesses! We are to go forth and deliver the gospel of the Good News.

2 Corinthians 5:20 (KJV)
Now then we are ambassadors for Christ,


This criminal had mental illnesses…he was insane and unstable.

A mental illness is a condition that affects a person’s thinking, feeling or mood. Such conditions may affect someone’s ability to relate to others and function each day. Each person will have different experiences, even people with the same diagnosis.

Recovery, including meaningful roles in social life, school and work, is possible, especially when you start treatment early and play a strong role in your own recovery process.


This criminal was most likely on drugs. 

Celebrate Recovery is a Christ-centered, 12 step recovery program for anyone struggling with hurt, pain or addiction of any kind.

Celebrate Recovery is a safe place to find community and freedom from the issues that are controlling our life.

  • Are we teaching our kids to the best of our ability about the side effects of drugs and other addictions?

The ball has been dropped somewhere along the way.

This criminal’s social media presence was frightening and disturbing.

It took everything I had to listen to a part of his songs posted. My heart almost beat out of my chest.

It’s unclear if he was a musician or singer but one of the most recent songs he posted on social media was titled, “My Demons”.

A few lines of the lyrics is shared below.


We all have our demons but mine are the meanest.

They won’t let me get too close to the ones I need the most.

They are angry and violent.

So you better run away before my demons come to play. 


Let me address the church folk again right here.

If we say we are followers of Jesus Christ then what in the world are we doing here playing life safe?

Why aren’t we reaching out to our communities and trying to help them? WHY!

Mark 1:39 (KJV)
And he preached in their synagogues throughout all Galilee, and cast out devils.

Mark 3:14 

And he ordained twelve, that they should be with him, and that he might send them forth to preach,
15And to have power to heal sicknesses, and to cast out devils:

Matthew 12:28 (KJV)
But if I cast out devils by the Spirit of God, then the kingdom of God is come unto you.

Mark 16:17 (KJV)
And these signs shall follow them that believe; In my name shall they cast out devils; they shall speak with new tongues;

Matthew 8:16 (KJV)
When the even was come, they brought unto him many that were possessed with devils: and he cast out the spirits with his word, and healed all that were sick:

How do we know if outreach will work or not if we don’t try?

Sometimes I believe we PLAN and ORGANIZE the life right out of our churches.

We sit in meeting after meeting, gathering after gathering and lunch after lunch and fail to connect with the hurting souls all around us.

Casting Crowns lyrics say it better than I ever can:

Does anybody hear her?
Can anybody see?
Or does anybody even know she’s going down today?
Under the shadow of our steeple
With all the lost and lonely people
Searching for the hope that’s tucked away in you and me
Does anybody hear her?
Can anybody see?
She is yearning
For shelter and affection
That she never found at home
She is searching
For a hero to ride in,
To ride in and save the day
Matthew 19:14 (KJV)
But Jesus said, Suffer little children, and forbid them not, to come unto me: for of such is the kingdom of heaven.



I’m trying so hard to show you Readers my heart. Can you feel the pain? Can you understand what I am trying to say? We’ve dropped the ball. This senseless tragedy is a nightmare. It makes no sense. It should have never happened. Not on our watch. Not ever.  NO! No more! My heart hurts so bad. I don’t want to believe this story is real but it is.








There is so much that will be uncovered. So many more details that will come to light. There will be an organized vigil to help the community try to make sense of it all but we won’t. We can’t make sense of the snuffing out of such a beautiful light. There is so much more I could write and say but my thoughts are all a jumbled mess. I don’t understand. I never will. I don’t think I ever want to understand.

Just hug your little ones tonight. Love them. Love your family. Love your neighbors in the best way you can show them. Somehow learn to be nice and let’s all try harder to come together in this fractured society. The ball was dropped somewhere along the way.

Can we try, for Savannah to offer rest and comfort and compassion in this treeless plain?


Rest in the arms of your merciful Creator, Savi.

I’m so so so sorry, sweet child.  You deserved everything. God forgive us.

Impactjunkie Pitch notes at The Worklodge.

posted on: February 15, 2018

There are over 20 million people trafficked globally and this crime not including the porn industry profits an estimated $150 billion dollars a year.

Let me begin by sharing a true story of an average American family. We were raising a family. Buying a house. Working. My husband is a union crane operator working here in Houston. We were driving along the hwy in November 2014 when we came across a museum where I learned about the history and current problems of human trafficking and how relevant this is to today’s society.
That day changed the way I saw the world paround me. It was just the beginning for me. I went home realizing I wasn’t hearing enough about human trafficking.

Human trafficking is old bondage of people selling people for a profit, predators preying on vulnerabilities of the weak.

I began to study and According to the National center for missing and exploited children an estimated 2 million American kids runaway from home every year. Within 48 to 72 hours on the streets, one third fall into the hands of pornagraphy and prostitution.

I published a fiction novel In April of last year titled Pushing Back the Darkness and have sold hundreds of copies. I’m working with a team of eight writers and we are in the second phase of editing a curriculum now titled Called Out: A 16 session emotional healing and restoration curriculum for survivors of sexual abuse. Our goal is to have this published In July of this year.

I have been invited to teach and bring awareness to over thirty different settings and speaking engagements at churches, schools and libraries , but I want to scale these workshops and replicate them across America. Research your city and community. Human trafficking affects all of us.

My goal is to launch this program engaged in the fight to end modern-day slavery & help with aftercare of survivors. Through education and awareness we can bring Hope to those who have none. We can change the very communities we live in by making meaningful impact in a place of need. We have identified the problem and now we offer a solution. Thank you.

Those were my notes from the IMPACTJUNKIE meeting at the Worklodge which was an incredible place!!

The original Temple of #Solomon was built with cedars from #Lebanon. When the foundation of the new temple was laid, the description of simultaneous joy and weeping is noted in #Ezra chapter 3 :10-13. The older community remembered the former temple and the new generation was celebrating.

You will not find recorded here the grumbling, murmurs or complaints of the older crowd. One reads the sound was heard a far off and people couldn’t discern the noise of joy from the noise of grief and weeping. They did it together. Unity. The old hand in hand with the new.

There was no thought of “if it’s not done my way then we cannot work together”

The glorious praise was shouted when the expectation of the temple #foundation was laid and the first steps completed. They had a long journey a head of them but the work could not be done alone. The people had to work together in unity.

There was mourning for the loss and rememberance of the #destruction of the original temple but the glory of the New Temple would surpass that of the first.

How does that apply to

What does that have to do with Tribes!?

Well, I believe that We must all work together and not have a “my way” mindset.

Or a hindsight viewpoint of constantly remembering the old ways and not putting our hand to the plow and helping with what’s going on today and now.

Today and #Tomorrow is a better day. We are headed to a bright future of the church if we work together to bring in the harvest and labor for souls #together.

Help your brother with his dream. Help your sister with her vision. Work together for the kingdom of God. may be a New thing but it is out there helping others and using the tools we have in our hands. Using our time

Talent and treasures today….get involved!

The sands of West Texas moan in the wind as it aches to stretch across the plains to its people and swallow up the greedy devouring waters that engulf the southeast region.

posted on: September 1, 2017

“Bring it to us if you so dare!” The sands and rocks and deserts of West Texas challenge the gulf as their craggy hearts break just a little more watching a portion of their land and people drown in the murky unforgiving waters.

How all the sand and stones in Texas wishes they could march to the beat of a Texan drum to reclaim the land swallowed up by the storm’s vengeance.

The great help they could be smothering out the terrorizing waters creating an unsurpassable barrier.

Sandstorms whirl and dance silently in a bitter wind knowing they are too far removed to benefit their own. A solemn dry wind across the arid land howls a remorseful melody.

“Our thoughts are with you.”

If the mountains had feet they would uproot themselves and throw themselves into the gulf creating high heavy borders just for you keeping the tears at bay.

The tall pine and even the prickly cacti long to stretch their arms around you Southeast Texas and cradle their wounded in a warm dry place of protection. The dry thirsty desert yearns to drink in all of Southeast Texan sorrows until there was no more.

Texas will re-emerge glorious, whole and victorious. You are strong. You are beautiful. We stand with you.

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