In my line of work, I use my hands a lot. I use them to hold the weights. I use them to make products, I use them for my commercial business and I use them for healing, researching, defending, and survival. Our hands are always in the survival and work mode. I think we don’t take in account that they grow weary. We don’t realize that until we need assistants to help us hold onto something, hold up something and most importantly, to willingly, let go of something. We can become weary, lose the strength in our hands and find that its too difficult to “Hold up the Banner of God”. I don’t want to not be able to hold up God’s Banner, because I’ve become too weary from fighting in my own strength instead of letting God fight for me. He wants...
Yes, on my 56th birthday, I found myself engaging in a “one-sided” fist fight with a man, no less! This traumatized me so much that I needed to go into my prayer room for understanding and forgiveness.
About 6 years ago, I found myself going through a self- healing process. Prior events in my life had left me in a dark, scary place, living life hating myself, demeaning myself of not being enough and of not being worthy of anything good, street of destruction. I always felt that God decided to put me in a glass bubble of protection. He removed people and things from my life without me knowing why. He kept me in the hallway with only my cell phone to use as a communication device to the atmosphere....
Three days ago, I realized why I have always felt that I needed to be strong. I have always carried a heaviness in my heart, feeling like no one cares and that's why no one supports me.
When I was little, my uncle had babysitting duties so that my mom could go out. As I sat in my room, I watched a TV show. I wasn't being monitored so I turned to any channel that I wanted. This particular movie showed a women, in her bedroom, sitting at her vanity, looking in her mirror with tears rolling down her face and a pair of scissors in her hand. As she continued to cry, she preceded to cut her hair with intention and hurt. It intrigued me so much, that after the scene of pain, I found a pair of scissors. I went into the bathroom and stood up on a stool so I c...
When you decide to be, do and show what your purpose here on earth is suppose to be in the eyes of God, trust me, you will get a lot of pinches, hits and stabs in your side. Then one day, you'll realize that you just don't feel it anymore. That's when you know your WHY.
I read a quote from Steve Jobs that says, " You can't connect the dots looking forward, you can only connect them looking backwards. So you have to TRUST that the dots will somehow connect to your future."
When I read this, it gave me so much clarity in how we move in our purpose. Just from human nature, we want to know the why now. We want to know what the outcome will be before we move towards it. And we want to know if it will be good or bad, before we decided to take what's comin...
1. The practice of knowing one's own accomplishments and gifts.
2. The practice of accepting and celebrating one's own accomplishments and gifts.
3. The practice of living life with swagger.
Swagger- noun or verb:
1.The practice of being oneself and waking up like this.
2. Not giving a crap what anyone thinks about you.
Excerpt taken from the dictionary of Shonda Rhimes book, "The Year of Yes"
What is your story? Tell your story. Someone out in the universe needs to hear it. And so you have this feeling in your spirit to tell your story by writing a book, and speaking at conferences. You want to tell your story to empower others in letting them know what you’ve been through and to see that you made it through. Tell your story because s...
30 Seconds of FAITH is pushing through the fear in order to grab a hold of GRACE.
Imagine, being at the gym and its leg day! For me, it’s not a day that I love, but it’s a day that I am thankful with gratitude for.
3 years ago, I could barely walk up or down stairs without being in extreme pain. Surgery looked so promising in the near future. The only thing that stopped me from going through with it was, I didn't have health insurance. Who knew that would be a blessing in disguise.
When I took my hands off the wheel and put them on top of the Lords, I found my personal trainer. He started working on my legs. I was hesitant because I didn't want to cause more damage, but I knew I couldn't keep going the way I was, so I let my trainer do his job and no...