No More Excuses! It's A New Day!

"I didn't care about me. Nobody cared about me." Let me explain.  I cared about making it to work, how I looked, and up keeping an image that wasn't true to who I desperately wanted to be. I simply desired a life of freedom but I didn't know how to obtain it. So I followed the path and ways that were presented to me. People cared more about being entertained by my brokenness, keeping their secrets verses allowing me room to walk in total freedom even if it exposed ugly truths. People cared about how I dressed verses the tears I wiped away at night. Christ reminded me that Life was bigger than a car, a job, status, title, who hurt me, and having money with no purpose. Christ gave me permission to care and love me again BECAUSE of my flaws. Christ gave me purpose. Christ gave me substance. In a world that is driving us to care about self-promoting our image, covering up and hiding our scars, and  placing our identity in vanity Christ intervened and gav...

#EndItNow Men, you want to know how you can end slavery? Particularly sex trafficking?  Learn to value and respect the women and girls in your life.  If you don't a pimp will.  I was sexually exploited by a pimp at the age of 21... Sometimes people find it surprising but I don't.  Contrary to what you may read about pimps or traffickers my first pimp was actually really nice. Well, in the beginning.  By the age of 21 I had met many different men in my life from personal relations, at the job, church, and etc... My pimp was the first guy that actually listened to me and seemed to value me as an individual instead of a commodity or just a piece of a** like most of the other guys I encountered. He actually seemed to care! How ironic does that sound because he would end up being the one who in return sexually exploits me....... When he started changing and becoming like the men in my life I just put it in my mind that ALL men were like t...

These kids are going to have a rude awakening when they realize that wearing Jordan's and Polos doesn't mean you're privileged and got it made in this world.. I wish parents would stop fronting. You're only hurting the kids... I meet sooooo many teens who have so much "swag" and no conversation. Cute and handsome as buttons but have no drive and real direction for life.  What's missing? A solid foundation maybe?  I remember being an only child getting all the materials things I wanted. Living in the big brick house on the corner and all the kids telling me "you're so spoiled. You get everything you want." I remember thinking, "if they really only knew........" If you want to really be of value to your kids invest in them. Teach them the real meaning of life. Share your truth with them even the painful things.  Before you do, start to work on yourself...  I've been searching for an answer my whole...

This was at a local conference where I asked to come out and share my testimony last year.... My very first time Watch and enjoy!  Glory to God!!!! http://youtu.be/cWxXDmR6pv8

“If you have raced with men on foot      and they have worn you out,      how can you compete with horses? If you stumble [ a ] in safe country,      how will you manage in the thickets by [ b ] the Jordan? 6  Your relatives, members of your own family—      even they have betrayed you;      they have raised a loud cry against you. Do not trust them,      though they speak well of you. -Jeremiah 12: 5,6 Don't give up just because it's painful. The breakthrough is on the other side. If you know me then you know I'm an only child. YES I'm a spoiled brat! But I hate it and I've always rebelled and tried to do my own thing since the beginning. Before I moved into my new home just recently I was on my way to a SHELTER! Even though I had an option I didn't want that option. Even though that option could have easily taken away the pain and...

Growing up I loved Jordan's. That's really an understatement. I idolized Jordan's. I had to have them. Even when I knew we were struggling I would still beg and beg for those Jordan's. Why?  I thought they gave me life. When I put my feet in those Jordan's it came with popularity and so much attention. My self esteem was raised when I put my feet IN Jordan's.  Jordan's brought validation and it to others it made me cool.  By the time I turned fourteen I got my first job to start buying my own Jordan's. That's how bad it was.  Then time passed on a I became an adult. When I put my feet IN those Jordan's nothing changed. I was no longer popular. Nobody cared about the shoes I wore. I had also became my mother at 18 and those Jordan's I could no longer afford.  But more than anything I realized that those shoes only brought about a false confidence.  I want to ask you. What shoe, outfit, car, weave, relationship, or job do you put on that brings...