The End of an ERA

I’m a bit teary eyed writing this and I didn’t expect to be But this will be my very last post here I will no longer be sharing my past in this space because I believe God wants me to write about the redemption He has done in my life I never thought I would…

Train Ride Poems: Undone

Undone Can I tell my story without being dismissed as a victim, without being told my pain is just a mindset I need to change? Or being told that was the past yet I feel like I’m constantly running circles to even see the future  Many times I’m sitting around tables. With people while I…

Paper + Pen God’s Very Gift To Me [Poetry Series]

Five-year-old me could be found during playtime, writing stories. I believe I was destined to be a writer at a very young age. God’s very gift to me was paper and pen. Writing saved my life; it safely released the toxin inside of me. At 34 years old, I’m never without a notebook. Writing allows…

March Whispers: The Season Of Whispers

Everything in the world is LOUD but there you are whispering because you are not like the world. I believe you are in the whispers in this season so we can turn everything down and hear the true sounds. In order to hear someone whisper you must pay close attention. We must remove the everyday…

Overcoming: Character Flaws We Picked Up From Childhood Trauma

Yup, your girl was having a conversation and smack dab in mid-sentence heard “you’re being manipulative”. Of course,  like any normal person would; I slowly looked around the room like who me God? Your favorite child no. (Jk Jk)  Let me tell you only God can interrupt you mid-sentence to correct you without leaving condemnation…

Drinking From The Well Devotional: Distracted At The Well

Most of us are unaware we are distracted at the well. We feel because we arrived at the location of the well’ we are connected with God.  But in reality, we are farther than we think.  We are disconnected and disengaged. Our bellies are full but our souls are empty.

Drinking From The Well Devotional (I’m Not 100% Okay)

I wouldn’t say it was the project I was trying to finish before New Year’s welcomed its self in; which led to the emotional breakdown. It was a snowball effect building its strength to roll down the hill. The snow started with the passing of my adoptive Father who molested me for many years ….

Spiritual manipulation PT3: Opening Your Eyes And Seeing TRUTH

It’s the people we cried on their shoulders, the ones who lifted us up when we felt nothing else mattered. We opened our hearts and built trust with. Spiritual Manipulation can be tough to detect.  Most of the time it’s done by people we love or have built reports with. It’s not always done maliciously…