I was fully tuned into the sermon until the Pastor said: “Some of us are too fragile for God’s glory…We think being “chosen” or “called” is equivalent to receiving special privileges.”
Read MoreI’ve been beating myself up over the last few weeks because I’m currently repeating a spiritual test that I’ve taken before.
Read MoreFor example, whenever there is a transition and/or shift happening in my life, it’s usually accompanied by other transitions and/or shifts.
Read MoreIt felt like I’d won the war, but lost the battle. The only way I can describe how I felt is like the ending of the movie 300. Although the Spartans won, nothing was ever the same because they all died on the battlefield.
Read MoreThis year, several experiences triggered memories and feelings held by the little girl in me that I thought the adult me had suppressed years ago.
Read MoreThis month, I had to take the same test a few times. And one day, within a matter of hours, I had to take the same test twice.
Read MoreThat day, the evolution of my ministry stopped being plans inside the Notepad app on my phone and became a reality.
Read MoreA piece of me died this month. And it's kind of ironic considering that September marked another year of life, health and strength for me.
Read MoreIn April, I began to feel a shift in my ministry. I noticed that I had begun to attract a different segment of women than I would normally attract.
Read MoreNo matter the instructions, the outcome remained the same: God spoke. I disobeyed. Satan won.
Read MoreIf I obey God and the result of my obedience isn’t welcomed by others, overflowing in success, plentiful in opportunity, abounding in favor, etc., I tell myself, “I must’ve misunderstood God’s instructions.”
Read MoreWhile watching the women in my family taught me perseverance, it didn’t teach me how to rest.
Read MoreAs I discussed the situation with family and friends over the next few days, I discovered an open wound that I’ve unknowingly been carrying since 5th grade.
Read MoreIt was a much needed reality check that the teenage boy I’d fallen in love with was a distant memory. It was time for me to acknowledge, even mourn, who my husband and I were, to appreciate who we are becoming.
Read MoreBecause I always finish what I start, admitting defeat was very difficult. But it’s better to surrender, retreat, and try again, than to get beat up and still lose the fight.
Read MoreSo, for the first few days of January, I started looking for a word. Every powerful thing I heard, watched or read, I tried to make it my word for the year.
Read MoreThere were moments of tears, exhaustion, anxiety, sadness, pain, betrayal, sickness, and grief, but God is faithful. I survived it!
Read MoreThere have even been at least three occasions I’ve told God, “I don’t care what you say. I’m sick of this, I’m saying something today. Enough is enough.”
Read MoreAfter some time, the members began to recognize me as Marcus’ wife. However, no one really knew me because I remained cordial, but not engaging.
Read MoreWhenever I’m in a downward spiral about the timeline of my life, the Spirit always confronts me with the question of who am I measuring my timeline against.
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