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FROM SCRATCH: A Tribute to PJ

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She didn’t just speak wisdom—she built it, baked it, stitched it, and lived it. My grandmother PJ was the original “from scratch.” Long before recipes or Pinterest boards, she was a woman who could take flour and water and turn them into a feast,... Read More.

Between Sleep and Scripture: Part III

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  The Revelation Lingers: Changing the Company I Keep Dreams can stir imagination, but discernment reveals truth. What I first interpreted as mistreatment was, in fact, a warning — a gentle but urgent nudge that something was about to unfold. My imagination painted scenarios of rejection,... Read More.

Between Sleep and Scripture: Part II

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Imagination and Revelation Imagination is the canvas where dreams first appear, painted in colors too wild for waking life. Revelation, however, is the moment those colors refuse to fade — when the dream insists it carries truth. In this second part of the journey, I step... Read More.

Running to ReUnification: No U-Turns Allowed

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Reunification isn’t a wish—it’s a walk, a run, a relentless pursuit. It’s the sacred stretch after sacrifice, the bold decision to move forward without glancing back. When you’ve tasted separation, you know the cost. But when you choose reunification, you declare that healing is worth... Read More.

Walk Away Now: Life and the Sacrifice

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There comes a time when staying costs more than leaving. A time when silence becomes heavier than words, and the act of walking away is no longer about defeat but about discernment. To walk away now is to honor the sacred truth that not... Read More.

I Am Not Bound by Yesterday. I Am Actively Restoring Today.

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Dedicated to the Memory of Sharon Johnson Her legacy of strength, love, and resilience continues to inspire restoration in us all. Yesterday’s Weight We all carry stories from yesterday—mistakes, disappointments, losses, or even victories that feel unfinished. Yesterday can be heavy, but it is not a prison.... Read More.

When the Tables Turn, Know Your Place

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They said I was reaching for too much. But they didn’t see the blueprint in my belly. Didn’t hear the whisper that said, “Prepare the table, even if they laugh at the plates.” I set it anyway. With chipped china and borrowed linen. With a plastic fork and a diamond... Read More.
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