I was a powerhouse of a woman. For most of my life, I wore that title with pride. I was raised by a strong, independent, mostly single mother who taught me one clear lesson: never rely on a man. Be able to take care of yourself. Don’t need anyone. Don’t be vulnerable. Don’t be dependent. That mindset helped me survive a lot of life. It got me through hard seasons. It made me capable, responsible, and resilient. But somewhere along the way, I started to realize something uncom

(But I Love Jesus More Than Ever) I’m just going to say it out loud: I don’t like organized religion when it starts to feel more like a business than a relationship with God. And before anyone misunderstands me—I love Jesus. I believe in the church. I believe in community, accountability, worship, teaching, and serving. What I struggle with is when the structure becomes more important than the Spirit, when the brand becomes louder than the Bible, and when people start to feel

For a long time, I didn’t have language for what I was feeling. I just knew something was different. Something was shifting. Something was healing. And now I can finally say it: I am watching generational cycles break in my family — and it is one of the most beautiful, holy, and healing things I’ve ever witnessed. This kind of healing doesn’t show up in dramatic moments.It doesn’t arrive with applause or announcements.It shows up quietly — in softer voices, in honest conver

Somewhere along the way, we confused calling with clout.We confused discipleship with degrees.We confused holiness with platforms.And we confused God’s favor with financial excess. Jesus never told us to become impressive. He told us to follow Him. “Go therefore and make disciples…” — Matthew 28:19 Not build brands.Not grow empires.Not chase stages.Not monetize the gospel. Just make disciples. Paper Doesn’t Make You Holy A degree, a license, a certificate, a title, or even de

Every Christmas, families watch the Grinch as a familiar villain—bitter, isolated, and hateful. But beneath the cartoon is a deeper reflection of the human heart apart from God. The Grinch wasn’t always cold. He became that way through rejection, pain, and isolation. His bitterness hardened into resentment, and resentment grew into hatred. And when he saw joy in others, he didn’t feel inspired—he felt threatened. Scripture tells us: “The heart is deceitful above all things an

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