Yesterday, I had one of the most exciting and powerful revelations of my life. For years, I questioned myself. I questioned my worth, my purpose, my power. I did that because I struggled to be okay with the image I believed I presented. I spent years holding onto the doubt the enemy planted in me through my paternal grandmother. Quietly, I rehearsed her words in my head a million times: “You are too ugly, too fat, too lazy, and you will never be anything.” I questioned my lif

This morning, I am in a place where I truly need to understand the heart of Christ. I don’t just need to understand His heart — I need to reconcile His heart and His posture toward me. I am trying to transform my mind to be more like Him, but this morning my human spirit is at war with my spiritual responsibilities. I went back to the upper room for understanding. The night before Jesus’ impending crucifixion. The night He showed the ultimate act of grace. The night He washed

I have heard the story of Jonah and the great whale more times than I can count. As a little child, I pictured the whale as this huge, Moby Dick-type specimen—whose length was as long as the ocean and as wide as the sea, its height nearly reaching the sky. He was ferocious and to be greatly feared. Jonah’s whale was almost as frightening as the boogeyman in my childlike mind. As I got older and gained more understanding of life, the whale wasn’t as frightening to me, but he

Language is more than just a tool for communication. It is a living, breathing entity that evolves with time, culture, and experience. When I think about the words we use, I realize they carry the weight of history, identity, and connection. Have you ever paused to consider how the language of one generation differs from another? How those differences shape our understanding of the world and ourselves? This reflection leads me to explore the fascinating power of generational

Sometimes, I wonder if we truly surrender all of the contents of our alabaster box to God. In the story of Mary pouring out the oil from her alabaster box to wash the feet of Jesus, it can read like a graceful act—almost like something out of a romance novel. But when you really dig deeper into it, you begin to see the weight of the sacrifice. In those times, Mary was seen as a harlot. In other words, she was the side chick, the hoe, the “worthless” woman who had been used an

Another Easter Sunday is here—the day that Christians around the world celebrate the resurrection of Jesus Christ. Resurrection —the act of restoring and giving new life. It is revitalization. Revival. Renewal. It is the act of bringing something back to life and restoring its strength. Through Jesus, all who believe are given the opportunity to exchange our old wounds, beliefs, behaviors, thoughts, attitudes, hurts, grief, lack, mistakes, and wrongdoings for a new way of bei

This morning, I reflected on the meaning of Palm Sunday. Around the world, Christians prepare to celebrate this holy day that marks the beginning of Jesus’ sacrifice. As Jesus enters Jerusalem, the crowds greet Him with celebration, waving palm branches in the air. They rejoice in the promise of salvation, believing this mysterious King—the Messiah—has come to bring peace and hope. They cry out, “Hosanna,” meaning “save now!” Many have witnessed His miracles, and their antic

“Bloom” primarily refers to a flower—the state of flowering or the process of a plant producing blossoms. As a verb, it means to flourish, to develop into a healthy, thriving state. It also reflects a peak season of beauty, vitality, and growth—like being “in the bloom of youth.” A very wise sister-friend of mine shared a powerful word with me yesterday. She said God had given her the phrase, “Bloom Again,” to describe the metamorphosis of becoming new in a season of uncerta

Where Are You? Genesis 3:9 : But the Lord God called to the man, “Where are you?” This morning’s lesson was an awakening reminder: God has always been seeking us. So many of us spend time running from God, hiding from God, or trying to prepare ourselves to be “good enough” for God. Yet, God has always pursued us—for love, accountability, and reconciliation. In the story of Adam and Eve in the garden, after they sinned, they heard God walking and hid themselves. Then God calle

One of the things that brings me great joy is waking up early in the morning, sitting outside, and taking in the beauty and mystery of God. It has been a long winter, and I have not been able to sit on my deck. But this beautiful morning was the first time in a while that I could step outside and enjoy my coffee on the deck again. As I sat there, I heard the glorious music of birds chirping. I witnessed the miracle of the sun rising from its slumber. I marveled at the towerin

Lately, I have been asking God to fully transform me, because my deepest desire is to be completely healed and truly free — free indeed. Romans 12:2 reminds us: “Do not be conformed to this world, but be transformed by the renewing of your mind…” But if I am completely honest, the more I ask God for healing, the more my mind replays the things I wish I could redo. In the middle of the night, old decisions come racing back — like unwanted reruns of a life I already lived

So much of healing work requires us to look back on our lives and embrace our younger selves. For me, it is embracing my little girl — reaching back into moments in time when she was wounded so I can hold her, comfort her, and let her know that she is now safe. There are so many moments in my little girl’s life where wounds appeared — so many times when weeds rose up to choke her garden of innocence. In order to effectively heal, you have to remember where the injury was prod

I was honored to be invited to speak at a women’s conference, and as I reflected on what to share, God kept bringing me back to the title, "Loving the Skin That I’m In." In my quiet moments of prayer, I felt led to focus on the word “skin.” It became clear that many of us struggle to love the skin we’re in because we may need to shed the old skin that no longer serves us. As we step into new seasons of our lives, it’s essential to recognize the power of our skin. A Deep Dive

Today, God has led me to walk through the steps of my healing journey. Identify the specific areas where healing has not been fully achieved. Identify the feelings. Identify the thoughts behind the feelings. Sit here Process What is it saying to you? Got it, Father. Where should I start? Because as You and I both know, there are so many little nooks and crannies in there. So, I sit. I wait. I listen. “What about your divorces? Your failed marriages?” Oh—so we’re going straigh

Good morning, GOD, How are You? I wonder how You are feeling about Your world and Your children. I realized this morning that I often come to You asking for things—blessings, help, answers, protection—but I rarely pause to ask how You are doing. I assume that because You are GOD, You need nothing from me. But isn’t that a little selfish? If I was created in Your image, and I feel the pressures of life… if my heart aches, if the weight of the world pulls on me, if some days m

An orphan: a child or young animal whose parents are dead. My mother—my mommie—was my hero. She was my mentor, my example, my confidant, my protector, and my friend. She was my everything. I revered her. She dedicated her entire life to making my life better. To me, she was the very image of a virtuous woman. I spent so much of my life afraid that she would leave, terrified that I would be alone because no one could ever understand me the way my mother did. My mother made me

For several months now, I have been led to share my conversations with God through this blog. Some have told me these reflections are inspirational and uplifting. I count that a humble blessing—that God would use me in such an intimate way. But this morning, something felt different. You see, what I usually share is the end result —the polished version that comes after much wrestling, prayer, sometimes agony, and often the remnants of fear-filled, confused, imperfect thoughts

Have you ever prayed for something really hard? I mean, you got down on your knees for days… months… even years. You fasted. You cried. You sweat tears over it. Then—hallelujah—God answered your prayer. The Father gave you exactly what you had prayed so earnestly for. You were grateful. You shouted. You danced in the Holy Ghost. You called everyone you knew to testify about the goodness of God and His miracles. But then… time passed. The newness wore off, and suddenly, you f

Ephesians 2:10 “For we are God’s masterpiece, created in Christ Jesus to do good works, which God prepared in advance for us to do.” 1 Corinthians 7:17 “Only let each person live the life that the Lord has assigned to him, and to which God has called him.” This Christmas, I had the opportunity to spend time with my family and friends. Although we have shared many holidays together, this year was especially impactful for me. It was impactful because—for me and for many in my f

Isaiah 9:6 For unto us a child is born, unto us a son is given: and the government shall be upon his shoulder: and his name shall be called Wonderful Counselor, The Mighty God, The Everlasting Father, The Prince of Peace. Many years ago, I rode a horse for the first time. It was a little tricky climbing up on his back. I was scared at first. However, once the trainer helped haul all of this butt up there, I began to feel comfortable. As a matter of fact, I felt free and confi