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  • How Reciprocity Lives in Me

    How Reciprocity Lives in Me

    Reciprocity is new to me — not the word, but the way I’m seeing it now. I’ve always done it intuitively. I just never called it reciprocity. I called it alignment, listening, showing up, or being intentional. But the bottom line of reciprocity is simply responding. Responding when God shifts my perspective. Responding when He…

  • In My Stride

    In My Stride

    Walking with God can feel lonely, but it’s not the kind of lonely that comes from being abandoned — it’s the kind that comes from being set apart. I want company sometimes, but not at the cost of my clarity, my peace, or my purpose. My walk is personal. My destiny is specific. My relationship…

  • Steady in My Balance

    Steady in My Balance

    Being steady. I have to remain steady between my good days and my bad ones. Staying focus and sticking with what propels me forward no matter what the situation. Balance. Just because life is shifting doesn’t mean I can’t maintain a balance in my current state. External chaos and pettiness are only distractions to throw…

  • Flawed & Free

    Flawed & Free

    My life’s not perfect — it’s not even everything I want it to be — but I’m happy. I flaw‑out daily, and at the same time I’m intentional about getting things right. Because God and I have this relationship thing intact, embracing this journey we call life has become a lot easier. I don’t question…

  • Showing Up Whole

    Showing Up Whole

    It’s one thing to show up for yourself and deal with your past – heck showing up alone is half the fight. But showing up whole after being restored from your past, that’s a game changer I’ve been longing for. Showing up whole means accepting the things that I can’t change. Forgiving myself and others. …

  • Past Me. Becoming Me.

    Past Me. Becoming Me.

    I can remember when I dressed and lived for a version of myself who didn’t know her own power yet. The version who ‘no’ was weak as table butter.The version who allowed people to insert themselves into my space unsolicited. The version who carried emotional luggage that didn’t even belong to me. It’s interesting how…