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The Cost of Becoming

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There I sat— Rooted in stillness, My head resting against the Tree of Life, Heavy with unnamed potential. I listened for heaven, Wondered what the Creator would require of me next. For the road ahead whispered of sacrifice, And my soul asked quietly, Am I ready to pay what growth demands? Beneath the branches, I lingered— Turning over the how  and the when , Confronted by a truth I could no longer escape: I did not want to remain. Yet I feared the cost of leaving. Is becoming possible Without surrender? Then His word found me— A remembered promise rising from the deep: He who began a good work in you Will carry it to completion Until the day of Christ Jesus . And suddenly— Fire. Fire in my bones. A holy ignition. The kind that refuses stillness, That demands motion. So I rose. I shifted. I stepped forward. And creation answered— Ideas spilling like rivers, Wisdom pouring from wells beyond my knowing, What I had learned was meeting what He had given. His word entered my heart as lig...

I Am Back: A Personal Reflection on Faith, Marriage, Motherhood, and Growth

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  Hey, you. I’m sure you’re wondering where I’ve been, or what’s been happening. Let’s just say… I’ve been evolving. A lot has happened—some quietly, some loudly. For a while, I lost my spark . Not because the words disappeared, but because I ran into a creative block I didn’t talk about. I kept it to myself, hoping it would pass on its own. It didn’t. It stayed longer than I expected, and recovery took time. Then life began to layer itself on me. Motherhood. Wifehood. Sisterhood. Friendhood. Every hood you can think of (smiles). Looking back now, I realize I needed the space. I needed the silence. I needed the becoming. And honestly, it feels really good to be back here with you. A lot has changed since the last time I wrote. I’m seeing life from a different perspective now. Marriage, they say, is a teacher—and they were right. I came in with assumptions, high expectations, and a fair share of fantasies. Sometimes I had to pause and ask myself, “Am I really okay?” be...