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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 JohnsonHer legacy of strength, love, and resilience continues to inspire restoration in us all.Yesterday’s WeightWe 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.

The Great Escape: Don’t Worry, Stay Ready

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Some escapes are loud. Others are layered. Mine? It was a whisper wrapped in wisdom. I didn’t slam the door. I sealed it. With boundaries. With clarity. With rhythm. Because when you’ve been through enough gaslighting, you stop explaining your glow. You stop shrinking to fit the room. You stop waiting for the... Read More.

When the Mic Goes Silent: An unfamiliar glow

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She was vibrant. Not just in color, but in conviction. Her platforms pulsed with purpose. Her voice carried rhythm, restoration, and a kind of beauty that couldn’t be bought. And then—quiet. Not because she lost her way. But because someone saw her glow and mistook it for a threat. Someone... Read More.

“When the Clock Ticks, I Testify”

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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

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  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.
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