Healing Hearts 

“And let us continue to consider how to motivate one another to love and good deeds, not neglecting to meet together, as is the habit of some, but encouraging one another even more as you see the day of the Lord coming nearer.” ~Hebrews 10:24-25

There are many hurting people all around us. Some are obvious. Others not so much. But to be alive is to know some form of pain and it is safe to assume a great majority could benefit from being encouraged. 

My spiritual gift is one of mercy. I hate to see people suffer. I have a deep sense of empathy and compassion. 

I believe we all have a story to tell. Our stories are what provides hope for those who need it. Our earthly testimonies help heal hurts and eventually hearts. Oftentimes we go through things in order to empower someone else to face their own trial. In other words, our suffering has little to do with us, unless it is self-imposed. We have to remember that God can use anything. He can give us a purpose for our pain. He can turn our sorrow into strategy. With this in mind, Healing Hearts was born. 

I sent a letter to one of our two women’s prisons requesting permission to host a workshop featuring poetry and testimony. This population is often forgotten, but I’m sure a lot of pain resides in the hearts of most prisoners. Remember those in prison, as if you were there yourself. Remember also those being mistreated, since you are also in the body. Hebrews 13:3.  I haven’t heard back from the superintendent yet, but if it’s the will of God that I go there, it will be. 

I will also be actively seeking other opportunities to share with others what God has done for me in order to cheer up those who are discouraged, and help those who are weak.  ~1 Thessalonians 5:14

I count my pain all joy in order to glorify the Lord and serve others. 


The Garment of Praise

“To appoint unto them that mourn in Zion, to give unto them beauty for ashes, the oil of joy for mourning, the garment of praise for the spirit of heaviness; that they might be called trees of righteousness, the planting of the LORD, that he might be glorified.” ~Isaiah 61:3

Sometimes my life is so heavy that I find it hard to see the light of the Son at the end of the tunnel. I know we are instructed to put on our praise dresses when this spirit consumes us. So I just want to praise God with the hopes that my spirit may be lifted.

Father God, I thank you for everything awesome that You are. There is nobody greater than You-the Great I Am, the Author and Finisher of our faith, Jehovah Jireh-You are literally all that and then some.

Thank you for breathing the breath of life into me this morning which means no matter what is going on around me; You still have a purpose for me.

I sing praises that glorify Your holy name. Your goodness is immeasurable. Your love everlasting. Mercy you dish freely. Grace flows from the core of Your being. Your ways and thoughts are unlike mine-O omnipotent, omniscient One. I stand in awe of You. My mind truly cannot comprehend the sum of You. The Calm in the midst of the storm, the Commander of waves, the Stream in desert moments, and the Table in the wilderness.

I feel honored and humbled that You my Lord, my Creator, my Savior, loves me and adopted me into Your holy family. A perfect You loves an imperfect me.  Amazing.

It is a blessing to praise Your greatness, mighty King of kings and Lord of Lords.  Hallelujah!

Faith and Fashion

My church had an awesome women’s conference over the weekend called “Healing for Your Soul”with speakers Kelly Price and Pastor Kim Burrell and it opened with a fashion show in which I was a part of. 

Elan Furs was gracious enough to allow us to model their beautiful coats. I loved mine so much that I had to buy it, lol. 

We walked down the “runway” to Walking by Mary, Mary which was perfect. It was great fun and a wonderful opportunity to fellowship with the ladies. 


“And because of his glory and excellence, He has given us great and precious promises. ” ~2 Peter 1:4

This morning I woke up with my mother on my mind and felt heavy hearted. Coincidently,  Mother’s Day is in four days. 

However, before I could become too consumed with gloom, God put the thought RIP in my mind. 

Most of us are aware that RIP stands for “rest in peace” and is an abbreviation for the Latin phrase Requiescat in pace. 

But today God graciously gave me a new meaning and replaced rest in peace with rest in promise. Thus there is no reason to be sad when I can infinitely hope in the Lord. 

The Bible says that “the dead know nothing” Ecclesiates 9:6  which is true. But our omniscient, unchanging, constant God “cannot lie” and is “the same yesterday, today, and forever” Hebrews 13:8. With this knowledge we can be assured that even in death, His promises remain the same for us. Hallelujah! This revelation brought so much joy to my heart I almost shouted! 

Psalm 37:25 says “…Yet I have not seen the righteous forsaken” thus death has “no sting” or victory in the face of God and His word which can never return void. 

May my precious mother continue to RIP until “the Lord Himself comes down from heaven!” ~1 Thessalonians 4:16