The Only Comparison That Will Ever Set You Free
God is love — and God created us in love, by love, for love. Compare me to love and love alone! Love doesn’t compete or compare, she simply EXISTS.
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How to Know God’s Thoughts of Me
Don’t keep love hidden like you do the numbers of dollars in your bank account. No! Share love like immigrants share food, trees share oxygen, and the sun shares her rays. ♡
Love, Help Me Remember
I woke up, drifting in and out of sleep. Between land of the living and land of the divine. And in my comings and goings, lines of prose wrote themselves.
Women of the Dark
In the dark, I hear her.
In the dark, she knows the parts of me I’ve hidden from myself.
In the dark, I begin to know myself more, too.
This Is Me In 2026: Seen, Empowered, And Divinely Unapologetic
Truth be told? I don’t know if I’m “ready”. But I do know I’m willing. So this is me, reclaiming all my divine, God-given power. Standing in it. Resting in it. And being strengthened by it, too.
Trust First, Leap Now: Why My Obedience Can’t Wait
Do not worry because where you are, I AM, too. I AM—the God of I AM THAT I AM!– I AM in your past, and have already knitted it together for your beautiful future.
How Resting in California Was One of the Most Powerful Things I’ve Done This Year
I took much needed time to think and feel in my body (that God speaking to me feeling, the spiritual nudges, you know the one, yes?) and pray and meditate on my next career steps.
Rest Is The Revolution: How Slowing Down Sets You Free
God is surely not measuring your worth by your output. He is inviting you back into a divine rhythm. One where peace leads. The one where presence matters more than productivity.
God’s Steady Thread: Rest, Remember, And Reclaim Your Life
I realized I needed to go back to 2024, to begin again. But when I tried, I encountered resistance—big resistance. Something stood in the way. And yet, through it all, I held tighter to the steady thread, the one with God holding the other end.
The Only Way to Fail Is to Not Try
The only way to truly do this wrong is to not do it at all. So here I am, taking my own advice—showing up, even if it’s imperfect. Because what’s the alternative? To keep my thoughts to myself, trapped by the idea that I need to fit into some imaginary mold? As my nephew used to say at the beautiful, ripe, polite age of 2, ‘No, thank you, please!’