“When the Clock Ticks, I Testify”

I didn’t plan this post. I didn’t rehearse it. But the Spirit stirred, and the words came rushing like a holy flood. Sometimes, the most powerful declarations aren’t polished—they’re poured. They rise from the rubble, from the ride-share routes, from the quiet moments between pickups... Read More.

More Than a Thought

    She prayed with hoops that caught the sun, A crown of light, a battle won. Her hands, like petals, pressed in grace— A warrior’s calm, a mother’s face. Around her heart, six hands entwine, Each shade a story, bold design. A ribbon blooms where pain once lay, A pink reminder: we... Read More.

Think Pink: A Tribute in Motion

Today, we begin. We begin with remembrance. With ribbons. With radiant resilience. We begin with pink—not just a color, but a declaration. A movement. A ministry. Think Pink is my tribute to the victims of breast cancer. To my mother, whose love still lingers in every sunrise. To my... Read More.

No Is Okay — A Righteous Reclamation

There was a time I thought “yes” was survival. Yes to the pressure. Yes to the paperwork. Yes to the silence. Yes to the systems that asked me to shrink. But I’ve learned—through fire, through motherhood, through ministry—that No is Okay. No Is Not a Sin In a world that praises... Read More.

Righteous Perceptions: New Week, New You—Stay Ready

This isn’t just a Monday mood. It’s a movement. A mindset. A mantle. Welcome to the stretch where readiness meets revelation. Where your spirit doesn’t just respond—it anticipates. Because when you stay ready, you don’t have to get ready. And when you’re rooted in righteous... Read More.

It’s Not As Hard As We Make It

We overthink. We over plan. We over-apologize for simply trying. But what if restoration isn’t complicated? What if clarity isn’t a maze, but a mirror? This week, I had to remind myself—and now I’m reminding you: It’s not as hard as we make it. Healing doesn’t always require a 10-step program. Sometimes... Read More.

Don’t quit before the miracle

  There’s a moment—right before breakthrough—when everything feels like it’s falling apart. The prayers seem unanswered. The doors stay shut. The silence is deafening. And yet, that’s often the moment heaven is holding its breath, waiting for you to not give up. I’ve learned that miracles... Read More.

Borrowed Grief, Borrowed Grace

No I didn’t know her like her daughter did. I didn’t grow up in her kitchen, or hear her prayers echo down the hallway. But I was asked to write her obituary. And in that sacred request, I borrowed a grief that wasn’t mine— and found grace that... Read More.