Some lessons don’t come in sermons or self-help books.
Sometimes, they show up on backroads at dusk, with your husband coaching from the passenger seat and your heart racing with more than just traffic fear.
This morning, I had to teach my son that “sorry” is just a Band-Aid. It covers a wound, but it doesn’t heal it—especially if you keep ripping it open. 🩹
Read how one before-school moment became a full-on life lesson.
I wish you had known her...
Twelve years ago, I wrote a letter to my nieces introducing them to their grandmother — my Mama. Today, I share it again, because her legacy still lives through us.
I trained my replacement without knowing it.
I thought the favor would keep me in position.
But the grace had lifted. The anointing was gone.
Here’s what Saul taught me about obedience, pride, and letting go.
7 years ago, we said yes to a different kind of parenting path. We leaned on God, leaned into each other, and trusted that the story would be beautiful—and it is.
You asked God to use you… so why are you running when He does?
Sometimes the call won’t come where you’re comfortable—but it’ll always come where you’re called.
Read how I had to surrender my will all over again in a brand new season.
Before Google Maps, before cell phones—just a girl with a big heart, a MetroCard, and fearless determination.
This story takes me back to the roots of my courage.