“You don’t know who you are until God sets you free.” When Pastor Austin said this in church yesterday I was stuck to my seat. It’s so very true. Have you ever been lost in a situation that you don’t know who you are anymore? That was my story a year ago. When I was in church yesterday I was convicted. I’m absolutely grateful that I’m not in the same place I was in a year ago, but I haven’t…
What is your purpose? Do you know? The last time I spoke about purpose I was on Periscope crying. Don’t worry I saved that video, because I want to reflect on that breakthrough. I may share it again publicly one day. I certainly didn’t arrive at what my purpose was overnight, and sometimes I feel that my purpose morphs into other things, but arrives at the same end point. Storytelling. Yesterday, I discussed being thankful for my passion. Yes, I…
This term is generally used when it comes to the topic of money. In my younger days I rarely used this term. I believed I could do everything. I was walking around singing, “money ain’t a thang.” UNTIL I CHECKED MY BANK ACCOUNT! I can remember the time my account was overdraft and I was determined to leave my hometown. I purchased a plane ticket and knew I didn’t have enough money in there. My account was in overdraft for…
Dear TimeHop, Where did you come from? Who sent you? I am constantly reminded of my crazy college days, and immature behavior! You have the nerve to even go back 10 years ago. Who remembers what they did last month at the bar, and decided to tweet about it? Well, next year, best believe TimeHop will remind you! Fortunately, I don’t feel that way. On yesterday I was feeling quite blah. You know the feeling of being a…
I was a recent high school graduate. I believed I had done everything correctly in life. Graduated high school with honors, involved in numerous extracurricular activities, and what I thought ready for the next phase, COLLEGE! My plan was to always graduate and enroll at four-year HBCU (Historically Black College/University). Well, that plan didn’t work. “She’s not ready yet.” I wasn’t ready for a four-year school? Despite knowing that my grades could pretty much guarantee an acceptance letter from the…