The Time Traveler's wife

Love transcends dimensions and time. It is stronger than death itself.

I’ve always loved the movie The Time Traveler’s Wife. The main character, Clare, spends her whole life in love with Henry—the man who, because of a rare genetic disorder, time travels uncontrollably. He meets her when she’s a little girl, and though their meetings are unpredictable and often painful, their love remains constant. She believes they are destined to be together. And deep down, I know the same is true for us—I feel like I’ve loved you from eternity.

Despite the time, distance, and trials that separate them, Clare and Henry’s love only grows deeper. It transcends time, circumstance, and logic. That’s the kind of love that reminds me of what God has placed in us—something divine, something that refuses to die no matter what tries to stop it. Our love is rooted in God, anchored in purpose, and sealed by destiny. The obstacles we’ve faced were never meant to destroy us; they were meant to prove that what we carry is kingdom—something bigger than both of us.

She wasn’t afraid to love him, even though loving him meant waiting, losing, and sometimes grieving. And I’m not afraid to love you. Because perfect love casts out fear. Love conquers all and endures all.

I’ve been time traveling for years—since 1992, to be exact—but not in the way the world understands it. My traveling has been through prayer and intercession. God would take me back into places in my past to heal what was broken. Around the year 2000, I began to weep for myself as a little girl, and in those sacred moments, Jesus would weep with me.

It was there, in those divine visits, that my healing began. I would see little Marie sitting alone, crying, feeling unseen and unloved. But as Jesus sat with me, He reminded me that I was never abandoned, only being prepared. Over time, those visits became less frequent. And one day, I realized I was healed—because I didn’t see her weeping anymore.

I didn’t fully understand it then, but God was strengthening me for the storms that were ahead. He knew I couldn’t fight if I was still wounded. I had to be made whole so that when it was time to run, I could run freely. My journey wasn’t just about my healing—it was about generations. God was about to take me back into the history of my bloodline, into the cries of my ancestors, and into the future He promised us.

The enemy was after everything I loved and everything God promised. But the way I learned to outrun him was by overcoming evil with good. Every time I forgave, I could move further ahead. Every time I wept for my ancestors, I was exchanging ashes for beauty. It became personal—so personal that I began to intercede not just for me, but for those who came before me and those who would come after me.

God broke my heart for what broke His. He showed me how to love deeper, to forgive faster, and to see clearer. The longer I stayed in worship and sacrifice, the purer my heart became, and the further I could see. My perspective widened, and suddenly, I could see both the past and the future in one panoramic view. I began to soar like an eagle—above pain, above loss, above time.

King David said, “By my God, I can run through troops and leap over walls.” That’s what it felt like. I was running through generational strongholds and leaping over limitations. And in that race of destiny, I ran right into you.

I prayed for you. I cried for you.

Forever,

The Time Traveler’s Wife

Get your weight up

Get Your Weight Up

You can have the most developed muscles in the world and still be weak in one area—your spirit. You can look like the Incredible Hulk on the outside and still be spiritually underdeveloped on the inside. I’ve learned that physical strength means nothing if your spiritual muscles can’t carry the weight of your assignment.

Both of us have the gift of faith. We’ve believed God against all odds, and in many ways, we are the manifestation of each other’s prayers. But this season—this divine training ground—has required us to get our weight up again. God has been conditioning us to carry more, not in our bodies, but in our spirits.

Years ago, two handsome, buff men pursued me. To most, they would’ve been “the total package.” Muscles, confidence, charm. But when they flexed and asked if I liked strong men, I smiled—because physical strength is impressive, but it doesn’t move me like spiritual strength does. A man can’t lead me if he can’t lift in the spirit.

Recently, I heard Michael Bethany say, “People aren’t afraid of greatness—they’re afraid of the weight that comes with it.” That hit me hard. Because greatness carries a weight. And for me, those weights have been heavy. But when I looked back, I saw how meticulous God was—chiseling me, shaping me, and stretching me. I didn’t realize how massive the legacy was that He was calling me to recover. The process wasn’t punishment—it was preparation.

One of the hardest seasons of my life was during my previous marriage. When the enemy rushed into my home, my late ex-husband didn’t have the spiritual muscles to resist him. He was called to be a heavyweight in God, but he never developed the endurance. That pain taught me something: I was called to be a heavyweight in God too—and I had to build the strength to carry the weight of what he dropped.

We get knocked down sometimes, but it doesn’t mean the fight is over. Romans 8:18 says, “For I reckon that the sufferings of this present time are not worthy to be compared with the glory which shall be revealed in us.” Glory is heavy—but when you learn to stand under the pressure of pain, you learn to carry the weight of glory.

Like Moses, I asked to see God’s glory. And like Moses, God called me to the mountain—to a tight place in the cleft of the rock where I had to be hidden and refined. That place of consecration was painful. I wasn’t safe on the ground; I had to go higher. Every blow, every tear, every lonely night was training. I was building endurance.

It was like boxing training. A boxer doesn’t just build muscle; he builds muscular endurance to last twelve rounds. That’s what God was doing—training me to last through the fight of my life. These battles weren’t random; they were divinely orchestrated to break generational strongholds and build spiritual stamina.

There were nights I crawled, days I ran, and seasons I just stood still—but I kept moving. Because this fight was fixed. God had already declared victory.

I’ll never forget one night, my ex-husband came home after staying out again. I looked at him and said, “God called us to the multitudes. You’re responsible for four souls. If we’re faithful over little, He’ll make us ruler over much.” He broke down crying and said, “Those weights are too great.” I didn’t realize then that God was preparing me to carry what he could not.

Even after the divorce and his passing, God’s grace carried me through. He built my endurance through suffering so I could stand in glory. Sarah Jakes Roberts said it best—“Suffering has an intersection called glory.”

And now, I can say with confidence: God got His glory. We got our weight up. And we will finish strong.

“Thou therefore endure hardness, as a good soldier of Jesus Christ.” — 2 Timothy 2:3

Poetic Reflection: “One of a Kind”

You make me put on boxing gloves,

To come to blows explaining a love

Above all loves—

I fight on sight,

Trying to describe what I’ve never seen or heard.

When God put you back on that potter’s wheel,

It wasn’t just to heal—

It was so you could feel.

He kept you longer to make you stronger,

Deeper,

A keeper.

He increased your capacity, steepened your climb,

Because you’re a special edition—one of a kind.

He broke the mold, hid His wisdom inside,

And when He finished, He rested—

Because He made one of His best.

And heaven whispered the verdict:

It was good.

Knock, knock, who’s there?

Apostle Dr. Matthew Stevenson, III said, the worse place to be is in your feelings, when your future comes knocking at your door. This is exactly where Naaman was. Let’s go knock on his door.

Knock, knock, who’s there?

Naaman was angry and offended. He was a man that was living between several dualities. Let’s see how the scripture describes it in the word.

2 Kings 5 Now Naaman, captain of the host of the king of Syria, was a great man with his master, and honorable, because by him the Lord had given deliverance unto Syria: he was also a mighty man in valor, but he was a leper.

He was counted honorable with his own master and honorable before the Lord. He also was a mighty man and a leper. Have you ever had to live between the dualities of two things? You are pleasing God but also have a private struggle? You have degrees and are qualified but can’t get a job. You are a successful business entrepreneur but haven’t been successful in a relationship? You know God has called you into full time ministry, but you are also having to work a full-time job to support yourself. You have been given great prophetic words of all God is going to do but you are taking care of your children as a single mother trying to figure out how you will accomplish everything God promised. You have a list of preferences you want in a mate, but you also feel like God has told you who your mate is and it’s not the same. I want to encourage you to obey God’s instructions and don’t be offended and angry because your answer didn’t come the way you expected it too.

Perhaps, you are in the position of the little slave girl.

So, God allowed a little slave girl to be taken captive to serve Naaman’s wife. Does God have you in a humble situation that could have you caught up in your feelings when your future comes knocking?

Knock, knock, who’s there?

She didn’t miss her opportunity to share the word of the Lord to the King. This little slave girl’s name is not even mentioned in the bible nor does it even document that he rewarded her. However, when her future came knocking at her door she answered correctly. She wasn’t just taken captive and positioned to simply serve his wife. Has God given you an opportunity to help someone else get their breakthrough but because you have not been rewarded or acknowledged, you have chosen to remain in your feelings to withhold the power you have to change their life? Can God trust you with that platform to connect others and they don’t mention or tag you and give you the credit and you still be okay releasing the information they need?

Even after the little slave girl gave him the word of the Lord, he had his servant take a letter and payment requesting his healing to the King not to see Elisha. Are you still looking to someone else for your healing when God has already given you, his instructions? So, God goes out his way after Elisha hears that the King has rent his clothes and can’t fulfill Naaman’s request to heal him and tells him to see him.

Naaman now has received a personal invitation from Elisha to come. God is going to go out of his way even in your disobedience to grant your request. Let’s now see how Naaman was found in his feelings when his future came knocking at his door. Has God sent your answer, but the way you thought God would answer is different from the way you envisioned it?

Naaman asked why couldn’t he have several other different options to dip in other than the Jordan river. Stop treating your destiny like it is optional and agree with God when He has made the decision for you. Receive your healing. Another divining moment in my previous marriage was when my ex-late husband told me that pride took him and slammed him to his face and don’t be like him. When men feel unappreciated or devalued in their position, they justify their vice and for most that is another woman. Naaman was the King and he expected Elisha to entreat him a certain way. When he didn’t, he was lifted up in pride and went away in his feelings, angry and offended. How many mighty men of valor have fallen in their relationships as the King of their homes because they felt unappreciated and wanted another option than the one God gave them because they felt devalued. Thank God for the people that Naaman had around him to challenge him to obey the word of the Lord to submit.

2 Kings 5: 9 So Naaman came with his horses and with his chariot and stood at the door of the house of Elisha.

10 And Elisha sent a messenger unto him, saying, Go and wash in Jordan seven times, and thy flesh shall come again to thee, and thou shalt be clean.

11 But Naaman was wroth, and went away, and said, Behold, I thought, He will surely come out to me, and stand, and call on the name of the Lord his God, and strike his hand over the place, and recover the leper.

12 Are not Abana and Pharpar, rivers of Damascus, better than all the waters of Israel? may I not wash in them, and be clean? So, he turned and went away in a rage.

13 And his servants came near, and spake unto him, and said, my father, if the prophet had bid thee do some great thing, wouldest thou not have done it? how much rather than, when he saith to thee, Wash, and be clean?

14 Then went he down, and dipped himself seven times in Jordan, according to the saying of the man of God: and his flesh came again like unto the flesh of a little child, and he was clean.

Knock, knock who’s there?

It’s your restoration. It’s time to dip and humble yourself to receive all God has for you so you can be made whole. Continue to allow God to challenge you in your perspectives in this season and come out of your feelings. Embrace those God has placed around you that are really for you and not around you to drain your strength. God is bringing you into the next version of yourself as the King or Queen you are like he did for King Naaman. This next version of you will restore you back to that moment the enemy first broke you. You made me feel like I was fifteen again. He doesn’t want you to live any longer conflicted between two dualities of your public victory and private struggle. He has sent the answer to your healing.

We are heaven's contingency plan

In the earth, there are many types of emergencies—but wise companies, cities, and nations have something called a contingency plan. It’s a strategy for how to respond when crisis hits. When Hurricane Beryl struck, my service provider wasn’t ready. Power was out for days. The governor demanded a plan because too many people suffered unnecessarily.

When we fail to prepare, not only do we suffer, but so does everyone connected to us. The same is true spiritually. Families are God’s first line of defense—His divine contingency plan in the earth. But today, that structure is under attack. The world has redefined family. According to recent data, medication abortions made up 63% of all abortions in 2023. Children are in foster care by the millions. The government allows confusion over gender and identity when God clearly said, “Male and female created He them.”

This is a 911 call. The family is in a state of emergency.

But here’s the hope: we were built for this moment. You have been in training your entire life for this season. The pain you’ve endured wasn’t wasted—it was preparation. Like Samson, you may have faced seasons of blindness, betrayal, or distraction, but God is about to use your story as part of heaven’s emergency response.

I remember years ago receiving a prophecy that changed my life. Apostle Scott Washington looked at me and said, “God has called you to be an ambassador—a special representative of His grace and glory.” That word marked me. And now, I see it wasn’t just for me—it’s for you too.

Why did God create you? You weren’t born just because two people came together. You were sent—on divine assignment. You are part of heaven’s contingency plan for an emergency on earth.

Look at Samson’s story in Judges 13. Israel was in rebellion, and God allowed their enemies to oppress them. Then, in His perfect timing, He sent Samson. Samson’s birth wasn’t random—it was strategic. Heaven doesn’t send deliverers until the earth is in need of deliverance.

There is an emergency you were born to solve. That’s why the enemy has tried so hard to distract, discredit, and delay you. But even now, your strength is growing back. God is about to avenge you of every loss, just as He did for Samson.

Ten years ago, I wept before God asking, “What was the love You and I shared in eternity?” I wanted to know because the Word says, “Before I formed you in the womb, I knew you.” That means our spiritual umbilical cords have never been cut. You’ve been connected to heaven all along. Every pain, every disappointment, every detour was designed to point you back to divine intimacy.

Your requirements—your boundaries, your purpose—are revealed through intimacy with God. It’s time to step fully into who He says you are. No more playing with the enemy. No more spiritual riddles. No more shaking yourself and returning to old cycles.

Heaven is activating you. You are not forgotten. You are not disqualified. You are anointed for this very moment in history.

Like Samson, your greatest victory will come when you surrender completely. You’ll destroy more of your enemies in your death to self than you ever did in your strength.

The earth is in an emergency—and you are heaven’s contingency plan.

It’s time to rise.

The Silent Crown

If You Say So — The Theology of Quietness

I recently listened to a message by Bishop T.D. Jakes called “The Theology of Quietness.” This message was such a blessing to me and so divinely timely for my life. Let’s read the scripture reference to expound on what I would like to share, in hopes that it will bless you as well.

Matthew 27:11 (NIV)

Meanwhile Jesus stood before the governor, and the governor asked him, “Are you the king of the Jews?”

“You have said so,” Jesus replied.

When Bishop Jakes read that verse and said, “Jesus was basically saying, ‘If you say so,’” I laughed so hard. It hit me that the Lord was actually mocking the devil in His own divine way. There was no clap back, no defending His title, no debating His identity. Jesus didn’t have to prove who He was—His silence agreed with His Father’s plan.

They thought they were in control, but Jesus let them think they were—until the cross revealed otherwise.

Over the last few months, I’ve experienced my own “if you say so” season. After a major event, I immediately felt a shift in my spirit. God whispered to me, “Your strength will be in quietness and confidence.” I withdrew closer to Him and laid everything I had on the altar—like Abraham laying down Isaac. This was my promise, but God was asking me to surrender it all again.

This wasn’t my first time up this mountain. The first time, I barely made it. But this time was different—my response was quicker. I didn’t wrestle. I ran to obedience. My spirit became quieter without my permission. The music stopped, but I could still see what God promised. I was on pause, waiting for Him to push play.

I fasted, prayed, and released it. I knew if it was going to happen, God Himself would have to do it. I had an “if you say so” in my spirit.

During this season, I was persecuted, mocked, misunderstood, and misjudged. I lost friends. I was questioned, called delusional, even accused of witchcraft. My motives were cross-examined like Jesus before Pilate. But I stood my ground. I knew who I was and what God said.

Jesus didn’t defend Himself because He didn’t have to. He was standing in truth. Can you stand in front of your accusers and not answer a word? Can you stay still when everything in you wants to defend yourself?

Some of you are being crucified in the comments—by family, by friends, by people who don’t understand your calling. Don’t clap back. Just say, “If you say so.”

Jesus understood His suffering was necessary. It was part of His glorification. He stood as the Son of Man but was about to be revealed as the King of Kings. Sometimes we too must agree with our adversaries for a moment so that God can prove Himself in us.

Whether they acknowledged Him as King or not, He was. Whether people acknowledge who God says I am or not, I am.

God is calling many of us into that same quiet strength—to be still in the face of accusation, confident in who we are, rooted in His promise. The enemy is not fighting you for where you are; he’s fighting to keep you from where you’re going. Sometimes the crown you receive isn’t coming the way you thought it would.

Like Jesus, you may be standing silent now—but resurrection is coming.

Dating Gods way

It was time to collect the data

 One of the greatest things I learned this past year is that dating is, at its core, data collection. It’s about observing, discerning, and learning what aligns with God’s plan for your life. To illustrate this, we can look at the life of Rebekah. She was about to experience what I like to call “divinely orchestrated dating”—a God-led encounter that required her to be in the right place at the right time. She wasn’t wandering aimlessly in the so-called “dating streets.” She was where God could find her, doing what she was supposed to be doing, and ready to respond without hesitation.

Genesis 24 paints a vivid picture. Abraham didn’t try to orchestrate Isaac’s marriage himself. He trusted God to direct the steps. He sent his servant to find a wife for Isaac, relying entirely on God’s guidance. The servant prayed for a clear sign: the woman who offered him and his camels water would be the one. Rebekah’s response demonstrated her willingness, her humility, and her pure intentions—qualities that God used as data to confirm she was the right one.

This story reminds us that love and marriage are not about superficial traits, social status, or material gain. Rebekah’s worth wasn’t measured by what she could provide for herself or what she looked like. It was measured by her heart, her character, and her readiness to walk in God’s plan. She was willing to leave her comfort zone, travel far from home, and trust in God’s orchestration. She submitted without hesitation, showing the servant—and ultimately God—that she was ready to partner in a covenantal relationship.

Today, many people grow bitter because they depend on the world’s version of love instead of God’s guidance. They wait for the perfect height, the six-pack, the six-figure salary, or the ideal Instagram-worthy display of affection. But God’s standard is higher—it’s about alignment, purpose, and spiritual compatibility. He wants us to recognize the qualities that matter for a lasting, God-centered relationship: integrity, faithfulness, and the willingness to grow together in spiritual purpose.

The question we must ask ourselves is this: Are we ready to trust God as our Father? Are we willing to receive the person He has prepared for us, even if it challenges our comfort or expectations? Rebekah’s story teaches us that the right person will align with God’s generational plan for our lives. They may not be perfect by worldly standards, but they will be perfect for you in divine timing.

When God leads, timing is precise. The one He has prepared will come. The camels—the blessings, the encounters, the moments that reveal His favor—are already on the way. But we must be ready, humble, and willing to walk in obedience. We must prioritize character, faith, and purity over superficial desires. The right person won’t just make you smile; they will stimulate your mind, elevate your spirit, and partner with you to fulfill your God-given assignment.

Ultimately, dating God’s way is about preparation, discernment, and trust. It’s about collecting the right data—observing character, willingness, and alignment with God’s purpose. It’s about saying yes to His plan, even when it requires faith and sacrifice. Just like Rebekah, we must be willing to submit, step out in obedience, and trust that God is orchestrating a love story that surpasses anything we could imagine.

Our first date,

He wasn’t a minute late. 

And if I had one word to describe it, 

It would  be “great.”

He went out his way to travel miles, 

through years of tears to give me those smiles,

He laid out hours,

to get those powers,

In worship. 

To give me those moments that were as beautiful as flowers.

Our dates were expensive because of the price he had to pay,

That lead to the toll on the road that brought him my way,

To be able to lift me with no hands,

To survive shipwrecks and quicksand’s,

He had to overcome heartbreaks and mistakes,

survive landmines and Great Lakes,

Of pain.

He worked out in loves gym to build those muscles to flex,

to bench press me to places of intimacy to honor me with no sex,

He took me to a factory that made me cheese,

Kept my heart and mind at ease, 

Willing to wait to celebrate to have his cake,

fighting with sleep to keep dreaming and stay awake. 

Our first date, 

he didn’t hesitate.

To open the door,

Dropping hearts, leaving me longing for more,

We went straight to the moon, 

 As we levitated under the stars,

Hanging on each other’s words like dangling from monkey bars.

Suspended in the air, defying laws of logic and gravity, 

Becoming sedated, 

Intoxicated, 

numbing each other from our past reality,

With love.

He made me forget every moment I wanted to quit,

Made me want to grind harder with passion and grit. 

He made me grateful for every moment I was ever rejected,

and redirected,

That led me to him,

and I am eternally indebted to the God that chose 

me and not them. 

Get ready to run your race

Get Ready, set, go!

Elijah made history. He was about to do something that had never been done — on several levels. He was getting ready to run his greatest race. But before he could run, he had to believe that God would show up for him.

Elijah stood face-to-face with 400 false prophets who claimed to speak for God. Jezebel had already killed many of God’s true prophets, but Elijah didn’t flinch. He had the audacity to believe that the God who answers by fire would show Himself strong — and He did.

🔥 God consumed Elijah’s sacrifice, proving once again that He alone is the true and living God.

But Elijah’s victory was about more than fire — it was about faith. It was about revealing a dimension of God’s character that no one else had seen before.

So, I ask you:

What part of God’s character has He predestined you to reveal to the world to destroy the lie of the enemy?

Maybe you’re called to restore families and turn the hearts of fathers back to their children.

Maybe you’re called to outlive the lie that marriage doesn’t work anymore.

Maybe you’re called to show that it’s never too late to give birth — to a child, a dream, or a purpose.

Maybe your mission is to ignite hope in the hearts of women who no longer believe real love still exists.

Whatever it is, God is about to use your life to prove His truth.

Elijah’s story reminds us that God often asks for our most precious sacrifice. Elijah poured water — their most valuable resource after a three-year drought — onto the altar. To some, it looked foolish. But to God, it was faith.

You might be in a season where God is asking you to give Him what you need most — your time, your trust, your control, your comfort. But He’s not trying to take from you. He’s trying to reveal Himself to you as the God who answers by fire.

It might look like you’ve wasted time, love, or effort, but nothing you’ve given was in vain.

Even after his great victory, Elijah was threatened by Jezebel and ran to hide in fear. Yet, God still protected his life. You might be in a cave right now — tired, discouraged, or questioning your calling — but don’t give up. God is still with you. He’s just repositioning you for the next leg of your race.

Elijah sent his servant back seven times to look for the rain. Maybe you’ve been waiting 7 days, 7 months, or 7 years — but hear me: the rain is coming. 🌧️

Elijah had to gird up his loins — to prepare his mind, strengthen his heart, and focus his spirit — before he could run. And when the rain came, he outran Ahab’s chariot. The hand of the Lord was on him.

That’s what God is doing for you. He’s been building your endurance. You’re about to outrun every lie, every delay, every disappointment.

Just like Sha’Carri Richardson. Three years ago, she was disqualified from the Olympics because of one mistake. But she came back stronger, faster, and more determined — and she won.

I know what that feels like. Years ago, I was given a platform to share my testimony — even invited by The 700 Club. But life hit hard. My home was in chaos, my children were rebelling, and I made choices that cost me years of momentum. Like Sha’Carri, I thought I was ready — until I wasn’t.

But here’s the beauty of grace: God doesn’t cancel your calling because of your mistakes.

This year, just like Sha’Carri, I’m back. I’m running again. And this time, I’m running with endurance, wisdom, and fire.

God is giving us another chance — another race. Generations have waited for this moment. Some have dropped the baton, but now it’s in our hands.

We will run.

We will finish.

We will win.

🔥 Elijah won.

🔥 Sha’Carri won.

🔥 I win.

🔥 You win.

🔥 We win — and everything connected to us will win too.

Get ready to run your race.

We’re about to make history.

Choosing abstinence

Many have asked in these dating streets, “Does body count matter?” For me, it always has. Not because I’m trying to measure someone’s worth, but because I want to honor God, myself, and my future spouse. Truthfully, I never even thought about how many women my future husband may have been with. What matters to me is him living in a way that pleases God. I pray he is free from ungodly soul ties.

In January 2021, God showed me that the man He has for me would separate himself from anything that could jeopardize our love. That gave me a supernatural confidence through prayer. I know the version of us that will emerge after our resurrection—like Lazarus—will be one no one has ever experienced before. When God brings something back to life, it never returns the same.

My journey toward abstinence started over seven years ago. It wasn’t easy, but it became sacred. Growing up, no one ever told me my virginity was special, but I just knew it intuitively. I wanted to wait for marriage. But at fifteen, I made a decision based on a promise—a promise that I now realize came from a broken place. I believed an older man when he said he would marry me when I turned eighteen. Instead, I became a vulnerable girl trying to make sense of adult pain.

That relationship left deep scars: a pregnancy that ended in abortion, another that ended in abandonment, and years of silence. Later, marriage, divorce, grief, and the complicated love that led me to become a runaway bride—all of it shaped my story. When I allowed that same man back into my life years later, I thought I was choosing redemption, but I was really choosing familiarity. I was still trying to preserve something I thought I had lost.

Body count mattered to me because I didn’t want to keep adding to my brokenness. It wasn’t about shame—it was about value. I had been through too much to give away another piece of myself outside of God’s will. I wanted wholeness.

Then came the birth of my daughter—a pregnancy that wasn’t planned, but divinely purposed. Her father passed away shortly after her second birthday, but God used her birth to awaken something in me. I remember crying out to the Lord, vowing never to dishonor myself again. God took my pain and made it prophetic. What the enemy meant as a reminder of my fall from grace, God turned into a reminder of His promise of restoration.

Now, abstinence for me is not just a choice—it’s worship. It’s God restoring my spiritual virginity and preparing me for the husband He promised. Every time I was rejected, God was actually protecting me. Every delay was divine preservation.

I believe in divine alignment and restoration. I believe God is raising up men and women who will honor Him and each other in purity and purpose. My story isn’t about perfection—it’s about redemption.

To anyone struggling to wait, I get it. It’s hard. But God can keep you even when you don’t want to be kept. And when He brings you your purpose partner, it will be worth every tear, every lonely night, and every “no” you had to say.

💫 2 Corinthians 5:17 – Therefore if any man be in Christ, he is a new creature: old things are passed away; behold, all things are become new.

Never

You never kissed my lips,

Never took your hands and pulled me close by my hips,

But you’ve held my heart in your hands,

Whispered in my ear as I ease dropped in heavens grandstands.

Never held my breast, 

But you laid your head on my chest,

When you listened for my heartbeat, 

while you sat at his feet.

Never saw me undressed,

Never caressed,

My body.

but you got the peep hole,

 to my soul,

Lingered in chambers of my heart waiting for you to explore,

In places your hands can never reach but I can’t ignore.

Never laid down next to me in bed,

But you live in my head,

completely unpacked,

and unwrapped,

as my prize,

in my 5th floor high rise.

Occupying residence,

with evidence,'

by faith,

in my future life,

I am your wife.

Never tasted,

But got me wasted,

Never between my thighs,

But reminiscing on my highs,

Never picked up a phone to Facetime,

to tell me you’re all mine,

But you stay in my face all the time online,

Loving you out loud,

waiting and still proud. 

I wept

He Collects Every Tear

The Father knew when He created humanity that there would come a time, a space, a day, and a place where we would be wounded — wounded beyond our intellect and comprehension, unable to articulate the pain of our experiences. God knew there would be moments when words would fail us, so He gave us tears.

So, I wept.

Tears have a language all their own — one that heaven understands perfectly. They are transcribed in the corridors of eternity. That’s how sacred they are. King David shared this mystery in Psalm 56:8 (NLT):

“You keep track of all my sorrows.

You have collected all my tears in Your bottle.

You have recorded each one in Your book.”

Think about that. Every tear you’ve cried has been documented in heaven — every sorrow, every silent ache, every whisper too painful to speak.

When words fail you, weep.

Open your heart to His Spirit and let Him begin the healing work that only He can do.

The Word tells us in Proverbs 18:14 (NKJV):

“The spirit of a man will sustain him in sickness,

But who can bear a broken spirit?”

In His divine wisdom, God designed our spirits to carry the weight of physical affliction — but not a broken heart. A broken spirit is too heavy for us to bear alone. And how is our spirit broken? Scripture tells us, “By sorrow of the heart the spirit is broken.”

So I ask you — what, or who, has broken your heart?

Jesus said He is near to the brokenhearted and saves those crushed in spirit. I know that place well. I was so brokenhearted that I no longer wanted to live when my husband decided our marriage was over. I loved him deeply, but God was about to teach me how to love him like He loved him.

I wasn’t weeping over what we had — I was weeping over what we didn’t have, what I longed for, not just for myself but for my family and generations to come.

Maybe you’re in a broken marriage right now and ready to give up. I was there. I knew about hell — I had read the books — and I was ready to end it all. But God interrupted my plans. He challenged me to lay my life down for someone who had wounded me deeply, because there is no greater love than this: that a man lay down his life for his friends.

He wanted me to understand His heart — how He loves us even in our sin, how He pursues one lost soul, how His love covers a multitude of sins. He was teaching me that real love doesn’t walk away; it endures, it forgives, it transforms.

This was my cross — the place He chose for me to die to myself, to learn His kind of love.

In my weakness, His strength was made perfect. In my furnace of affliction, He was branding me with His love.

When my marriage ended in divorce, I reminded the Lord of every sacrifice — every fast, every tear, every offering, every day I stood believing for restoration. And yet, all I could do was weep some more.

Years later, just two days before my ex-husband passed away, on August 19, 2012, the Spirit of God fell upon me in church. I wept uncontrollably, not knowing he was in the hospital or that his lungs had failed. I could only pray, “You promised, God. You promised.”

Two days later, I received the call that he was gone. It didn’t end the way I imagined, but God reminded me that He had honored my sacrifice — not by saving a marriage, but by saving a soul.

It was bigger than my marriage. It was about my ministry.

I used to say, “I can’t wait to read the books in heaven — the ones written from all my years of weeping for a love that was never mine to keep, but was meant to redeem generations after me.”

And now, God is letting me read those pages right here on earth.

He didn’t make me wait for heaven — He’s revealing my love story now.

So I say to you: give Him your tears.

Let Him finish the story. Don’t ever give up on what God has promised you.

Your tears are not in vain.

There is coming a day when He will wipe every tear from your eyes and give you a harvest of joy.

I wept

To find words, I'd have to go to God’s library of knowledge, 

Take a trip through the universe and come back from heaven’s college,

Because earthly words failed me from the English language,

as I languished,

and anguished,

to adequately translate my tears.

So, I wept. 

For a love,

that could only come from above,

while the angels collected,

redirected and protected your life,

while God was making me a wife.

I wept from a place of intimacy where we shared secrets that were concealed,

Before we were placed in our mothers' wombs,

Longing to be revealed, 

as i was being healed.

God knew from the day of our ordination and conception,

at the point of inception, 

we would connect,

Chosen before time as two of His elect, 

I wept for a love that we shared in eternity before time and space,

I wept for the day we would come face to face,

I wept for the moment I would feel your embrace,

I wept while God wrote our story, 

Making us special representatives of his grace and his glory.

I wept as deep called unto deep,

So, you would recognize me when God woke you from your sleep, 

and told you I was yours to keep. 

I wept for the day you would say I do,

knowing God did not run out of ink,

because we didn’t run out of tears,

while he prepared us for the day we would link,

while waiting through the years,

For the day your spirit would join with me,

from eternity,

For the day, you would remember I already loved you. 

The path to the yellow brick road

The Yellow Brick Road: Finding Our Way Back Home”

(Approx. 600 words in your authentic voice)

I love how God often uses movies to articulate prophetic messages to me. One of those timeless stories is The Wizard of Oz. I believe it carries a powerful message for us right now—as individuals and as a nation—because we are all walking our own version of the yellow brick road.

We’re facing storms on every side—political division, racial tension, mental exhaustion, economic uncertainty, spiritual warfare, and relational disconnection. Yet even in the midst of it, God is calling us to keep walking, to trust the path He’s laid before us, and to believe that the road, however winding, will lead us back “home.”

Let’s look at Dorothy’s story for a moment.

Dorothy was an orphan girl living on the Kansas prairie with her Aunt Em, Uncle Henry, and her little dog, Toto. When a cyclone hit, she didn’t make it to safety in time. The storm lifted her and her house high in the air, and she landed in a strange land called Oz. Her house accidentally killed the Wicked Witch of the East, and from that moment, her journey began.

Dorothy was given the red shoes of the witch she defeated and a mission: to follow the yellow brick road to the Emerald City to find the Wizard, who could help her return home. Along the way, she met the Scarecrow who longed for a brain, the Tin Man who desired a heart, and the Cowardly Lion who needed courage. Each companion represented something vital that Dorothy—and we—must discover within ourselves.

The truth is, all of us have faced cyclones that have picked us up and dropped us into unfamiliar places—emotionally, spiritually, or relationally. Life can shift suddenly, and before you know it, you’re on a journey you never planned to take. But those very storms that uproot us are often the ones that carry us into our transformation.

God uses the winds that seem destructive to redirect us toward purpose. Dorothy’s journey wasn’t just about getting back to Kansas; it was about becoming the kind of woman who could appreciate home again. Likewise, God wants to use our challenges to transform our hearts, renew our minds, and build our courage for the journey ahead.

Sometimes, we meet people along the way who mirror pieces of ourselves—the wise ones who help us think clearly (like the Scarecrow), those who remind us to feel and love again (like the Tin Man), and those who encourage us to face our fears with boldness (like the Lion). These people are part of our destiny helpers, divine connections God sends to help us reach the promise.

The good news is that even in Oz, Dorothy was protected by a kiss—a reminder that God’s covering was on her the entire time. You are covered too. Every prophetic word spoken over your life, every helper God has sent, every red shoe moment that reminds you of victory—it’s all evidence that He is still with you.

No matter how long the road feels, keep walking. The yellow brick road represents the path of divine order, the steps God has already ordained for your life. It may twist and turn, but it always leads home.

And when you finally arrive, you’ll realize that “home” isn’t just a place—it’s the presence of God.

There truly is no place like home.

Jeremiah 29:11 (NIV)

“For I know the plans I have for you,” declares the Lord, “plans to prosper you and not to harm you, plans to give you hope and a future.”

Because he made you wait longer

“He Heals the Womb and the Heart”

I am a mother, and I love all my children. But I must admit — I never once thought about what would happen if I couldn’t have children. I took it for granted that one day, I simply would.

I remember the only time my mother ever had to come to school immediately when I was in kindergarten. My teacher, Ms. Steward, called her in because I had told my little five-year-old boyfriend that when we got married and had five babies, if any of them were boys, they needed to go straight to the garbage. I didn’t even understand what I had said wrong. But my teacher knew something in my perspective toward boys was off, even at the age of five.

Now that I look back, I see that the enemy was already planting seeds in my heart — trying to shape my perception long before I even knew who I was. The truth was, I grew up seeing a mother who favored my brother over her three daughters. She loved us, but there was a difference in how she handled him. And my father, too, managed us in ways that shaped my view of men. I didn’t realize it then, but I was quietly being groomed to mistrust, to expect pain, and to doubt that a man could be safe.

It wasn’t until much later that God showed me what was really going on.

We can look at Jacob’s story — how he worked fourteen years for the love of his life, Rachel. And when he finally married her, the Word says God closed her womb. Leah had child after child, but Rachel could not conceive. God was working something deeper in her heart. The same pattern of favoritism that Jacob learned from his parents showed up again in how he loved his children. Genesis 37:3 says, “Jacob loved Joseph more than all his other sons, because he had been born to him when he was old.”

Sometimes what God makes you wait longest for, you’ll love most deeply. Whether that’s a child, a marriage, or a promise — when it finally comes, you’ll know it was only by His hand.

To every parent who has been believing God for a child — hold on. Remember Sarah and Abraham, Elizabeth and Zechariah, and even Samson’s parents who were barren. It is never too late for God. He has seen every tear, and He has recorded every whispered desire. You may have been told “no” or “not yet,” but God’s timing is perfect, and His promise never fails.

For me, my battle wasn’t infertility — it was insecurity. The enemy tried to crush me in my worth. He tried to make me believe I couldn’t trust a man, that love would abandon me the way it did before. But God… He reached into my brokenness and healed what my childhood wounded.

The enemy didn’t want me to become a wife or a mother, but God had already ordained both. My greatest anointings flow from these two roles — wife and mother. Through them, God is revealing His heart of nurture, covering, and strength.

To every woman who has been crushed like I was — God is not done with you yet. Allow Him to heal your heart and prepare you for what’s coming. He is perfecting those things that concern you — and He will make it beautiful in His time.

Wait on the Lord. Be of good courage. He will strengthen your heart. (Psalm 27:14)

Adam, where are you?

We all know God is omnipresent and omniscient. The definition of omniscient means knows all. The definition of omnipresent means present everywhere at the same time. So, if God coexist in both dimensions and he has entered the garden many times to fellowship with Adam and Eve, why would he suddenly need to ask Adam where are you?

We can all assume that the question wasn’t for God to locate Adam. It was to bring Adam into a place of accountability and for him to give God a true account of where he was. God is still looking for men like Adam to come back into a place of vulnerability and accountability to allow themselves to be naked and not ashamed the way he created the original Adam.

Where was Adam spiritually? Where was Adam emotionally? Where was Adam mentally? Where was Adam with the assignment that God had given him in his purpose? Where was Adam with his accountability for the woman God gave him?

Adam went AWOL, absent without leave. He was still in the garden, but he had abdicated his position and godly authority because he submitted to something lesser. You are a man that is still in your home but emotionally, you have gone AWOL. You have decided the forbidden fruit of adultery, pornography, or fornication is better than living in the restraints of your calling and purpose.

God is still asking men the question today; Adam where are you?

God was looking for Adam and Eve to be accountable and remain naked and not ashamed. God desires for adults today to come back into a place of accountability in our relationships so he can restore the family and our rightful place of our dominion. Let’s see how this conversation begins.

 Genesis 3:9-10 But the LORD God called to Adam, and said to him, “Where are you?” He said, “I heard the sound of You [walking] in the garden, and I was afraid because I was naked; so, I hid myself.”

 Stop hiding! They were hiding behind fig trees. Others are hiding behind a bottle of alcohol, sex, drugs or even work.

Adam, where are you?

11 And he said, who told thee that thou were naked? Hast, thou eaten of the tree, whereof I commanded thee that thou shouldest not eat?

12 And the man said, the woman whom thou gavest to be with me, she gave me of the tree, and I did eat.

So many men are still blaming the woman for their lack of accountability. How? Your spouse made you intentionally or unintentionally to feel unappreciated. Some men justify a vice as solace for the lack of disrespect they may feel and turn to a forbidden fruit that manifest in bread eaten in secret.

Adam, where are you?

13 And the Lord God said unto the woman, what is this that thou hast done? And the woman said, the serpent beguiled me, and I did eat.

Adam blamed Eve and Eve blamed the serpent. This vicious cycle continues to plague us today. They both took no responsibility for themselves, and the seed of the woman was left vulnerable. Our men are missing. Our women are left uncovered. Our children are left exposed. The enemy was given the right through the curse to bruise the heel of the seed of the woman. The seed of the woman was given the right to bruise his head, but the enemy is not just bruising the heel of the seed, he is crushing their heads too.

 The enemy is destroying our seed in abortions and so many are left in foster care. We must protect our children because little boys grow up to become men and little girls grow up to become women. However, if the little boy and girl remain crushed from childhood wounds, we will have a generation of adults struggling with arrested development. Thus, resulting in them not being able to manage the weight of their families because of the bruising of their heels and crushing of their head.

When the heel is bruised, it will affect their ability to walk and run in what God has called them too. God wants to heal our families, but it starts with being able to answer the question God asked in the garden before the curse, Adam where are you?

Many women are waiting on their Adam to step into their rightful place of dominion so they can take their place with him. When men get back in their rightful position with God, families will begin to heal. Coach David Burrus said in a podcast interview that when a man finds out who he is then his wife will appear. He said, I am Adam, so I’m here first because whoever I am is going to come out of me not to me. So to every Adam, you are looking for, YOU. The one that God is looking to appear first.

Be encouraged because God gave them a second chance when he gave them another seed, Seth and his son began to call upon the name of the Lord. God is going to give you another chance. Lord, let our men heal so our families can too, in Jesus’ name.

 Genesis 4:25 And Adam knew his wife again; and she bare a son, and called his name Seth: For God, said she, hath appointed me another seed instead of Abel, whom Cain slew.

26 And to Seth, to him also there was born a son; and he called his name Enos: then began men to call upon the name of the Lord.

The word on God's dating streets is: GROW

“Got to Get to God’s Street Called Grow”

Sesame Street was one of my fondest childhood memories. I learned so much watching that show. I can still see it clearly — the divider in our home that separated the living room from the dining room. I’d jump on the table, over the couches, and leap across that divider while singing, “Gotta get to Sesame Street!”

In my mind, I had built my very own Sesame Street — a place full of learning, laughter, and imagination. Every week, there was a new word on the street.

Now, years later, I see that so many of us are still looking for a word — not from Sesame Street, but in these dating streets. Yet, like my younger self, many are living in an imaginary place — jumping from one relationship to the next, chasing a feeling instead of waiting for a word.

We won’t slow down long enough to let that word divide between soul and spirit — the very thing that helps us grow into who we’re meant to be. We won’t wait on God to renew our strength and speak His word. But that’s the word right there: Grow.

It’s time to grow.

Some have stopped growing.

Some have given up on love.

Some are still playing in these dating streets, ending up hurt, disappointed, bitter, and frustrated.

But here’s the truth — God knows exactly how to connect the dots. He knows how to fit every missing puzzle piece together. He promised to lead us in paths of righteousness for His name’s sake (Psalm 23).

Somewhere along the way, many have let go of Mercy and Truth’s hands in their relationships. But God has already given us the strategy in His Word — how to order our steps, how to love rightly, and how to meet the one He designed just for us.

Like children, we don’t stop growing just because we’ve grown up physically. Michelle Obama said it best in her book Becoming:

“That’s one of the most useless questions an adult can ask a child — ‘What do you want to be when you grow up?’ As if growing up is finite. As if at some point you become something, and that’s the end.”

We are always becoming. Always growing.

And when I think about growth, purpose, and love, I imagine how my own purpose partner and I will one day stand before the throne of God — and I’m reminded of these beautiful scriptures:

Psalm 85:10-13

Mercy and truth are met together; righteousness and peace have kissed each other.

Truth shall spring out of the earth; and righteousness shall look down from heaven.

Yea, the LORD shall give that which is good; and our land shall yield her increase.

Righteousness shall go before him; and shall set us in the way of his steps.

There’s something divine in that.

When we hold on to mercy and truth — really hold on — we attract heaven’s attention. It’s as if righteousness leans over the balcony of heaven to see who can make peace and truth hold a kiss for so long.

That kiss is eternal.

Because when mercy and truth become your standard — bound around your neck as ornaments, guiding your heart and your actions — righteousness and peace come together in your life. They don’t just visit; they dwell.

And when they do, heaven responds.

Righteousness releases God’s orders in the earth, causing goodness and increase to come forth. He promised that the steps of a righteous man are ordered by the Lord. That’s how purpose partners meet. That’s how divine alignment happens.

I’ve been through painful situations in my life — moments that could have destroyed me. But the only reason I’m still standing is because I refused to let go of mercy and truth’s hand.

I had to keep growing so God could give me the favor I needed to overcome.

So as you move through these dating streets — or any street where life finds you — don’t let bitterness, disappointment, or heartbreak stop your growth. Don’t let go of mercy and truth.

Instead, get on God’s street called “Grow.”

That’s where heaven notices you.

That’s where goodness is released.

Dream again

Dream Again — God Is Turning It While You’re Still in It

During our captivity, God promised to turn it—not when we came out of it, but while we were still in it. That’s the kind of God we serve. He doesn’t wait until the story looks pretty; He begins the transformation in the middle of the mess. And right there, He whispers a word to your weary spirit: Dream again.

I can only imagine the days our enslaved ancestors must have cried—mourning their stolen freedom, their broken families, their lost dreams. The women wept for their children. The men wept for their strength. And yet, amid the torment, they sang. They sang songs of hope, of deliverance, of a God they refused to let go of—even when their oppressors twisted His Word.

They believed that one day, things would be different. One day, their sons and daughters would walk free. One day, their prayers would find answers in generations they would never meet. They were dreaming not just for themselves—but for us.

God heard those songs. He collected those tears. And He’s answering through our lives today.

Genesis 4:9–12 reminds us that blood has a voice. Abel’s blood cried out from the ground, and God responded. Likewise, the blood of our ancestors still cries out—for justice, for restoration, for divine vindication. Their cries didn’t fade into the soil—they rose into Heaven. And now, God is responding through a generation that carries their mantle. We are the living fulfillment of their faith.

Isaiah 42:22 says, “But this is a people robbed and plundered… yet no one says, ‘Restore!’”  But today, we are saying it. We are the ones crying out, “Lord, restore!” We are the ones daring to believe that the same God who turned captivity for Zion is turning it for us—right now.

For those who allowed God to shape them in the fire of captivity, this next season will be marked by laughter, singing, and joy. Psalm 126 says, “When the Lord turned again the captivity of Zion, we were like them that dream.” That means the turnaround was so miraculous, they could hardly believe it was real. Their tears became the seed of their joy.

Some of you have been in long seasons of waiting—years of sowing in tears, years of praying through pain, years of wondering if God still sees you. But I hear the Spirit of the Lord saying, “I am turning it now.” Not later. Not someday. Now.

God is judging the spiritual enemies of our ancestors—the systems, the spirits, the cycles that tried to silence their legacy. And He is raising up men and women in this generation who will become the answer to their forefathers’ prayers. You and I are walking proof that God remembers His covenant through the bloodline.

Abraham was told that his descendants would be enslaved for four hundred years, but in the fourth generation, they would return to the promise. And here I stand, a fourth-generation descendant of my late great-grandfather, the Honorable Elijah Muhammad. Nearly twenty years ago, God turned my captivity amid a season of personal pain. I had to wait—just like Abraham. But what God has waited generations to reveal is now being made manifest through me, through you, and through those who refuse to stop believing.

It’s the fullness of time.

Even if you’re still in the middle of your captivity, God is turning it now. Your tears have watered the soil of your destiny. Your faith has become the bridge between generations. So, lift your head, dry your eyes, and dream again—because God is not waiting for you to come out. He’s moving right where you are.

🌾 “They that sow in tears shall reap in joy.” — Psalm 126:5

Getting through the gutter

“Perceive You Are King”

There comes a moment in every man’s life when he must perceive he is king.

Not because someone poured oil over his head, not because a crowd applauded, and not because of an outward sign—but because something inside of him shifts.

The Word says in 2 Samuel 5:12, “And David perceived that the Lord had established him king over Israel.”

There was no prophetic announcement this time. No prophet Samuel standing there with a horn of oil. No choir singing. God was ready to establish him—but David had to perceive it.

Some men are waiting for external confirmation when God is waiting on internal revelation.

He’s saying, “You don’t need another prophecy, another word, or another sign. You’ve already gone through the rejection, the wilderness, the betrayal, the heartbreak, and the hiding. You survived Saul’s spears. You outlasted the gossip. Now it’s time to perceive this is your season to take your place.”

David didn’t wait for someone else to tell him who he was—he discerned it.

And some of you, my brothers, are missing your season to be crowned and married because you’ve believed the lies of the enemy. The Word says a wife is a crown to her husband, but how can you wear your crown when you haven’t yet perceived you are king?

When David became king, the first city he conquered was Jerusalem.

2 Samuel 5:6–10 tells us the Jebusites mocked him, saying, “Even the blind and the lame can ward you off.” In other words, “You’re not strong enough. You’re not qualified. You can’t do this.”

And maybe you’ve heard those same words in your own life—mentally, financially, emotionally, or spiritually. Maybe you’ve been in a place where the enemy whispered, “God can’t give you what He promised.”

But here’s the truth: sometimes it’s not the outside enemy that defeats us—it’s the inner one. The fear. The doubt. The memory of failure that keeps replaying in our minds.

David had to conquer Jerusalem without destroying it. That required strategy, patience, and humility.

Pastor Keion Henderson once said, “God wants you to know that in order to conquer your spouse’s heart, you cannot destroy them to gain the respect and love you deserve.”

That hit deep. Because many relationships are in warfare, not from fists or fights, but from words that wound and silences that suffocate. Some hearts are bleeding quietly from emotional warfare.

But David’s men were told, “Whoever goes through the gutter will be captain.”

The gutter—symbolic of humility—represents the dark, low, hidden place that leads to breakthrough.

God is saying, “If you’re willing to go through the gutter—to face uncomfortable truths, to heal the wounds, to humble yourself—you’ll come out promoted.”

So what’s your Jerusalem?

Maybe it’s your marriage, your mind, your ministry, or your manhood. It might feel dark and lonely while you’re crawling through the process, but stay the course—because what once intimidated you, you’re about to conquer.

When David came out of that place, Jerusalem became his stronghold—his safe place.

And when you come out, your relationship, your calling, and your purpose will become your stronghold too.

Proverbs 16:32 says, “He that is slow to anger is better than the mighty; and he that rules his spirit than he that takes a city.”

So rule your spirit.

Lead with love.

Walk in humility.

You don’t have to destroy it to prove you’re king.

You just have to perceive that you already are.

Your speech betrays you

When Your Speech Betrays You

I was talking to someone very dear to me yesterday. She told me that all her life, she felt like she had to look out for herself — that no one was ever really there to help her. I gently reminded her, “You had God too.” Sometimes before we know He’s there, it feels like it’s just us doing everything alone. But truthfully, we’ve never walked alone — even when we didn’t recognize His presence.

Even Jesus needed someone. He needed twelve disciples — not perfect men, but men perfectly chosen for their assignments. Jesus was God in the flesh, yet He still surrounded Himself with people. Apostles are sent ones, pioneers who establish new blueprints and uproot old systems. They build what has never been built before — often through pain. Jesus’ twelve apostles walked with Him, learned from Him, and even though one was a devil, He needed all of them to fulfill His destiny.

Yes — Jesus needed both Peter and Judas.

We love Peter’s loyalty and despise Judas’ betrayal, but both were instrumental in the unfolding of salvation’s plan. Peter represented the one who would deny Him under pressure, and Judas the one who would betray Him to His cross. But both were necessary. Heaven was betting on both of them — and so was Jesus.

Who has God shown you is irreplaceable in your story?

Who has hurt you deeply, but was still necessary for your destiny to unfold?

When I share my own story, people often ask, “Why didn’t you leave sooner?” Truth is, I couldn’t. God had me interceding when I wanted to walk away. I remember being 20 years old, and on my washroom floor in a fetal position crying out to God with everything in me. Out of that broken place came a prayer I didn’t even understand. I asked God to give me a husband who would love me like Jacob loved Rachel. Then I said something that surprised even me: “But Lord, let him wait until I can get myself together.”

Heaven bowed down that day to listen.

Almost ten years later, I was pregnant again, broken, and my late ex-husband told me the only reason he didn’t leave sooner was because I was pregnant. Later, the Lord reminded me of that prayer — the one where I asked Him to make my husband wait until I could get myself together. It was then that I realized: my late ex-husband was my Judas. He brought me to my cross and into my purpose.

God used betrayal to birth destiny in me.

Jesus knew Peter would deny Him and Judas would betray Him. Yet He loved them both. The word says, “Out of the abundance of the heart, the mouth speaks.” (Matthew 12:34) Peter didn’t even know what was inside of him until the pressure revealed it. Jeremiah 17:9 says, “The heart is deceitful above all things, and desperately wicked; who can know it?” Only God can.

When Peter denied Jesus three times, his speech betrayed him. But Jesus had already prayed for him — that his faith would not fail. Maybe your words have betrayed your heart too. Maybe offense has revealed something painful inside of you. There’s still redemption for you, just like there was for Peter.

Peter was restored by love and given an assignment: “When you are converted, strengthen your brethren.” (Luke 22:32)

That’s our call too — to turn our betrayals into blueprints for healing.

If you’re a man under pressure preparing for your future spouse, don’t let your speech betray your purpose. Communicate. Get understanding. Don’t let offense destroy destiny.

If you’re a woman healing from trauma, remember to cover your spouse like Jesus covered Peter. Compassion restores what offense tries to destroy.

There is nothing Jesus cannot heal. Every Peter can rise again. Every Judas can point you toward your cross — and your purpose.

So guard your heart, watch your words, and let God use even your betrayal for His glory.

Because after betrayal — there is restoration.

Repairing the Breaches

Repairing the Breaches: Building Love on God’s Foundation

One of my favorite scriptures, Isaiah 58:12, says, “And they that shall be of thee shall build the old waste places: thou shalt raise up the foundations of many generations; and thou shalt be called, The repairer of the breach, The restorer of paths to dwell in.”

Lately, God has been calling me to look at what that means—not just in ministry or community—but in relationships and marriage. When Jada Edwards preached her message “Marriage on a Mission,” I was wrecked in the best way. She said when you want to build intimacy, you cheer your spouse on when they’re trying to love you, not because they’re perfect at it, but because they’re trying. You’re not inspecting their efforts; you’re acknowledging them. That hit me like a microphone drop.

She shared that her husband is a 9 on the gratitude scale, and she’s a negative 4. She said if she pushes hard and makes it to a 2, but misses the two biggest things he does, that’s when he has to build a bridge between the 9 and the 2. Because when it’s about inspection, intimacy dies—but when it’s about intention, love grows. That perspective opened my heart in ways I didn’t expect.

It reminded me of my previous marriage. My late ex-husband had started to pull away when I needed him most. I was carrying the weight of a newborn, another child, and the heaviness of my own healing. God was taking me through spiritual surgery, dealing with old wounds from my childhood and teaching me to become the mother I never had. It was painful, yet purposeful.

He didn’t understand what God was doing in me. His normal had been stability, a loving mom, and consistency. Mine had been rejection, survival, and emotional silence. While I was grieving what I never had, he was comparing me to the mother he did have. Instead of repairing the breaches in my heart, he became an inspector of my brokenness.

One day at work, I was sitting in a staff meeting at The Women’s Treatment Center, where mothers recovering from addiction lived with their children. The medical director said, “Let’s honor the women who made it downstairs this week for breakfast with their kids on time.” In that moment, something broke in me. I ran to the bathroom and cried uncontrollably. I said, “God, I’m not on drugs or alcohol, and I’m just as broken as they are.” I heard the Lord whisper, “I will honor you.”

That day, I realized God was rebuilding the breaches in me that my husband refused to touch. He was restoring the waste places left by generations of women who suffered silently. My mother was alive but emotionally unavailable. My grandmother endured abuse. My great-grandmother considered taking her life. But I decided the cycle stops here.

In marriage and relationships, repairing the breaches means seeing your partner through God’s eyes. It’s acknowledging effort over perfection. It’s using your words to build, not tear down. Proverbs 18:21 says, “Life and death are in the power of the tongue.” Every word you speak has the ability to heal or to wound.

Ask yourself—what areas is God calling you to rebuild in your spouse’s heart? What foundation from past generations is He asking you to raise up again? When you choose love, gratitude, and mercy over comparison, you are repairing the breach. You are restoring paths for generations to dwell in peace.

Your love is legacy.

Your grace is healing.

Your words are construction tools in the hands of God.

Be a builder. Be the repairer of the breach. 💛

Don't take your father's God's

“Don’t Take Your Father’s Gods With You”

Jacob decided enough was enough. He had spent twenty long years under the control of his father-in-law, Laban—a man who was ruthless and manipulative. The same man who tricked him into marrying the wrong wife, changing his wages ten times, and always trying to outsmart him. But Jacob had reached a breaking point. He was done. It was time to leave.

So, he quietly gathered his wives, his children, and all he had worked for, and prepared to slip away in the night. He knew that if he didn’t move in secret, Laban might take back everything—including his family. But even in Jacob’s fear, God was watching. Laban pursued him, but before he could reach Jacob, God appeared to him in a dream and warned him not to touch Jacob.

If God protected Jacob, He will protect you too. Maybe you’ve dealt with treacherous people in your bloodline—manipulation, betrayal, cycles that keep repeating—but God wants you to know that He is in control.

When Jacob and Laban finally came face-to-face, Laban accused Jacob of stealing his idols. Jacob, confident in his integrity, declared, “If you find them, you can kill the one who took them.” But Jacob didn’t know that the love of his life, Rachel, had taken her father’s idols and hidden them.

This moment teaches us something powerful—be careful what you come into agreement with. Heaven and hell both listen to the words that leave your mouth. Jacob had no idea that a secret from the one closest to him was hidden right under his tent. Sometimes, the things that keep us bound are not from strangers, but from the people we love who are still clinging to the “gods” of their fathers. Hell studies us. Don’t allow your words to ensnare you from a previous season. Those words will be tried by fire. That relationship will be tried by fire. That foundation you built in your transition to the promise matters.

Jacob’s story started as a short-term escape—a hideout to get away from his brother Esau—but that “temporary” season lasted twenty years. Yet, even in the delay, God had made him a prophetic promise: “I will bring you home.”

Maybe you’re like Jacob—waiting on a promise that’s been delayed for years. God hasn’t forgotten. The promise still stands.

This was my own journey. I asked God to give me the faith to believe for things my ancestors never saw—blessings stolen for generations, even dating back to slavery. I found myself in generational warfare. Like Jacob, I was laboring for what my soul longed for—family, wholeness, and generational restoration.

Jesus said in Matthew 12:29, “How can one enter a strong man’s house and spoil his goods, except he first binds the strong man?” I had to bind every strong man that ruled my bloodline. I was fighting not just for myself, but for my lineage—for those coming after me. It was the hardest battle of my life, but I was determined to be the one who broke the cycle.

Right before Jacob reached his homeland—his promise—Rachel died in childbirth, just thirty-one miles from the promise. So close, yet she didn’t make it. God is saying to you: Don’t fall short of your promise because of partial obedience. Don’t let hidden idols—old habits, pride, unforgiveness, or disobedience—keep you from the fullness of what He has for you.

I’ve wept over losses, over promises that seemed delayed, but I realized—God was breaking my heart for the generations, for the souls still bound, for the wealth stolen from my family line. And like Jacob, I didn’t even realize that God was right there in that place with me.

He’s still the God of Abraham, Isaac, and Jacob. He hasn’t changed. He’s calling you to leave your father’s gods behind and take hold of every generational promise with full obedience.

It’s time to go forward—without the idols, without the old cycles. It’s time to receive everything God promised you and your descendants. Learn from Jacob. Don’t stop short of destiny. It’s too costly.

The dawning

You Are Being Raised as an Anomaly

You are being raised as an anomaly — a divine exception, crafted by God’s own hands for an uncommon purpose. You’ve spent a season in the background, hidden from the noise and the spotlight. But don’t mistake that hiddenness for rejection. God has been building you in secret — purging, pruning, and rooting you deeply in His love. He wanted to make sure you were ready.

Every trial, every delay, every quiet season has been God’s preparation for your revelation. You are a record breaker. There is something about you that has never been done before — something heaven is about to unveil through your obedience.

Think about it:

• Mary was the only virgin to ever give birth without being touched by a man.

• Moses was the only one God spoke to from a burning bush.

• Elijah was the only prophet to receive a double portion of Elisha’s mantle.

• Elizabeth was filled with the Holy Spirit before Jesus was even born.

• Esther was the only woman the king extended his scepter to without being summoned — and she wasn’t even crowned yet.

• John the Baptist was declared the greatest prophet to ever live.

• Jonah was the only man swallowed by a whale and lived three days inside it.

• Noah found favor so deep it covered his entire family.

• Abraham was the only one asked to sacrifice his promised son.

• Sarah birthed a miracle at ninety years old.

• Samson killed thousands with the jawbone of a donkey.

• Gideon defeated an army with only 300 men.

• David took down a giant with a sling and a stone.

Each one of them was the only one to do something extraordinary — not because they were perfect, but because they were chosen.

So I ask you: What has God called you to do that no one else has been called to do?

This is your confirmation — you are next. God is not just fulfilling my prophetic words; He’s fulfilling yours too. Many are standing in their final season — the one that comes right before manifestation. My final season began on 3/18/18, and last year, I stepped into my finest hour.

Now it’s your turn. God is sending your destiny helpers — the ones assigned to recognize, support, and align with your light. Others will come too — drawn to what God is doing through you. Because you, my friend, are that light set upon a hill that cannot be hidden.

All things are being made new. The new wine is coming. The glory of the Lord is rising upon you. The camels are coming — bringing divine provision, favor, and resources for your next.

You are standing in your dawn. The darkness is lifting. The sun is coming up. You are on the brink of your tomorrow, and it’s brighter than you can imagine.

Isaiah 60:1–6 says it best:

“Arise, shine; for your light has come, and the glory of the Lord has risen upon you… Nations will come to your light, and kings to the brightness of your rising… The multitude of camels shall cover you… they shall bring gold and incense and proclaim the praises of the Lord.”

This is your moment. You are not behind. You are being revealed.

Stand up, shine bright — because the world is about to see what heaven has been preparing all along.

Humiliated in my own eyes

A Man After God’s Own Heart

There David was, after years of running, hiding in caves, and fighting battles, standing in the moment where everything made sense. He had discovered the secret of the blessing — the presence of God. David realized that to be truly blessed, he needed the presence of God more than the approval of people. He was willing to look foolish, even humiliated in his own eyes, just to bring back the Ark of the Covenant — the symbol of God’s presence.

Have you ever been willing to look crazy just to obey God? Have you ever gone through something that others didn’t understand — something they even ridiculed — because you were chasing the presence and blessing of God?

God promised that if we trust Him, we will never be brought to shame. Yet sometimes, before the crown, comes a moment of humiliation.

As the Ark entered the City of David, Michal — Saul’s daughter — looked out from her window. When she saw her husband, the king, leaping and dancing before the Lord, she despised him in her heart.

How many men have fought unseen battles — the wars of fear, anger, and failure — only to be misunderstood by the very ones who should have celebrated their breakthrough? She didn’t see the years of running, the tears shed in caves, or the prayers whispered in the dark. She saw a man dancing and misjudged the weight of that moment. Be careful what you call dishonorable that God counts honorable.

David danced before the Lord because he had learned something about God’s favor — it flows through humility. He was willing to strip off everything — reputation, pride, and appearances — to stand bare before his Creator.

You, too, have endured a season of dishonor while walking in obedience. You gave when it hurt. You fasted when you were tired. You sowed when you weren’t appreciated. You endured humiliation to make things right. You broke generational curses that others ignored. You fought giants that weren’t yours to fight, and God saw it.

David said to Michal, “It was before the Lord, who chose me rather than your father or anyone from his house… I will become even more undignified than this.”

David refused to let her voice minimize his moment of victory. He had been too far, too broken, and too chased to be silenced now. He knew who had chosen him and what it cost him to stand there.

Some will despise your transparency, but heaven honors it. What others call foolish, God calls faithful. What looks like humiliation to man, heaven calls worship.

Don’t let the enemy use anyone — not even someone close — to make you shrink back in your season of victory. You’ve earned this dance. You’ve carried this mantle. And now, God is crowning you with honor.

To every David who has endured humiliation to walk in obedience: thank you. God saw the tears, the sacrifices, the sleepless nights, and the courage it took to say yes again. Like David, your throne — your legacy — will be established forever.