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Special request, written while at cheer* Everybody talks about betrayal like it's about pain. And maybe in the beginning it is. But I've lived long enough, had enough birthdays, enough life experiences, enough ministry moments, enough leadership opportunities, enough friendships, enough relationships, enough family gatherings, enough boardroom conversations, enough prayer closet conversations, enough victories, and yes, enough heartbreaks, to know that pain and betrayal are n

Mental Health Awareness Month is coming to an end, and if I were preaching, I'd probably have a lot to say. Maybe too much. But I think I'd start here. Earlier today, Dr. Lance sent me a message. Nothing earth-shattering. Nothing dramatic. Just a simple check-in. And if I'm being honest, I was immediately confused. Not because I didn't understand the question. Not because there was some hidden meaning behind it. I was confused because I am so accustomed to being the one check

So boom. One of my homegirls called me, and before she could even finish the sentence, I already knew what kind of conversation we were about to have. You know the tone. That “but when we’re together it feels so real” tone. That “he says I’m the only one he talks to like this” tone. That “I know what it looks like, but you don’t understand him like I do” tone. C'mon yall. I am tired. Not because I don’t care. But because women keep asking for advice when what they really want

And Somehow… the Sermon Followed Me There Sunday morning, I stood in a pulpit preaching about Martha. About exhaustion. About responsibility. About carrying too much. About women who spend so much time pouring into everybody else that nobody notices they’re running empty. And if you would’ve told me while I was standing there preaching that just hours later I’d end up sitting in a pediatric ER with my child… honestly? I probably would’ve told you maybe today wasn’t my day to

This was a successful season for my 12 year old....She really is 12.....I know....don't make that face. But it wasn’t the season of all first-place medals. This was the season of learning. Learning and learning… and then a little more learning sprinkled on top for decoration. Honestly, at one point I’m pretty sure this season looked at us and said, “Oh, y’all thought you already learned the lesson? That’s adorable.” This season came with more plot twists than a Tyler Perry fi

Maybe don't ask me for advice. So I’m sitting there listening to this situation… And the whole time I’m like— “…you cannot be serious.” Because it’s one of those situations where everything is clearly off…but somehow you’re still trying to make it make sense. And then—here’s the best part— You ask me for advice. Oh. Now you want clarity? Alright. Let’s be clear then. First of all—stop acting confused You know when someone is playing in your face. Let’s not do that. You know w

Sorry lady behind me. Some conversations stay with you. Not because they’re shocking— because they’re familiar. I was EAR HUSTLING You listen to someone explain a situation (situationship -lol) that doesn’t quite have a name. Not fully a relationship. Not exactly nothing. Just… something. And as they talk, you hear it: He said...She said... “Just a friend.” “Nothing serious.” “It’s not like that.” “We are not a thing.” And maybe all of that sounds fine… until it doesn’t. Beca

There are moments in life that don’t ask for your permission. They don’t check your schedule. They don’t ease their way in. They just… happen. And in a matter of seconds, everything you thought was normal shifts. Not long ago, I found myself in one of those moments. My daughter had a seizure. Not the kind you read about. Not the kind you prepare for. The kind that stops your heart for a second because you don’t understand what you’re looking at. Because I didn’t. I didn’t und

Inspired by the post of one Mr. Nobody, writing from my phone. Let me say this clearly from the beginning. This is not about marriage. This is not a relationship advice. Please. Nobody is sending coded messages. Nobody is subtweeting their spouse. Nobody is about to forward this with “See?” attached (I know y'all-so somebody might lol) Yes, I know it’s Valentine’s Day weekend. I see the roses. I see the reservations. I see the matching red outfits and the soft lighting. And I