The Woman: Unveiling God's Strength (t-shirt)

For the last few months God has been dropping random sentences in my spirit.

They all have related to the importance of our story.
Last week, as I was reading over them, I kept thinking how awesome it would be to have these words on a shirt to make a declaration of what He's done in our lives through our journey and testimony.

So I sat down and came up with some designs, got super excited and then sent a text to my village. When I sent them the screenshots they were just as excited as I was.

I'm offering them through a campaign because it was such an easy process for everyone when I did the nomakeup tshirts.

Order your shirt here!

5 Ways To Recognize When God Is Shifting You Into the Next Thing.

Yesterday I woke up to thirty-one. As a naturally introspective person, especially reflective on my birthday, I decided to write this long overdue post (emphasis on long). This last year has been a whirlwind and I mean that with a joyful heart. I became a mother of two, traded in my Lexus for a compact car and left my job at NASA because God told me to.

The Wife: How To Die To Your Flesh In Your Marriage

Ah, marriage. The ultimate goal for some people to give their relationship a final definition. On the outside looking in YOU think that they've arrived. Because after all, the wedding was gorgeous. Not only did they play all of Beyoncés hottest jams but they also had open bar; It was the party of the year. Their wedding pictures have been shared by some of the most well known magazines and photographers around and you are thinking you can't wait until it's your turn to jump that broom.

But what you don't know is that a few months after their honeymoon, they each started to die.

The Woman: The "Art" of Online Journaling is Long Gone...

200 posts ago I started this blog.
21 years old.
Junior year in college.
In a situation-ship that I thought would lead to a marital-ship.

My sacrifice duster...

Sometimes lonely. Sometimes lost. Sometimes happy. Completely open yet running to be closed off. Poetry was my life. How I functioned on a campus where, often times, I felt like an outcast. My thoughts were different. My actions were strange; not my partying and drinking though… that was just like everyone else. But it was an interesting time in my life.

It was September 2005 and people were into the online journal thing. One of my roommates from the prior school year was really dedicated to her online journal. It seemed to help her express those things she couldn’t verbally express and still be understood. We were an amazing pair of different. Only we would understand why watching The Cosby Show and making a midnight run to the local Bruno’s for cocoa pebbles was totally appropriate on school nights.

But at this time I no longer had a roommate, just a room. No midnight runs for cereal, just insomnia, oh and lots and lots of research papers (Thank you Human Development Family Studies major and Psychology minor). Through my insomnia I began to write more often. I decided to journal… online and express those things I didn’t want to share with those around me, to some other soul out in the world wide web who might see a piece of themselves in my words. My words that seemed so unimportant at times coming out of my mouth yet so powerful when read out loud. Same words. Different process. GO write. So I did.

My very first post was a poem comparing my body to written poetry in a sexual escapade of words escaping from my skin as I expressed my desire to be wanted by the writer in my heart. No I wasn’t married when I wrote this (sorry saints) but my creative writing covered all areas of discussion. There wasn’t a theme for my blog besides being open. In 2005 I wasn't the guest of honor at events sharing my story in front of an audience. No, just a girl being a "barefoot and naked" writer. Free from the metaphorical makeup I wore on a daily basis. Stripped of the titles that found their way attached to my name. Just me. Behind the Makeup. Along the way, a young, handsome, silky smooth man named Scott stumbled across my blog. He began to read my crazy "deep posts" and decided I was someone he wanted to get to know better. He sent me a message on Facebook letting me know he was a reader of my blog and he enjoyed my expression. We would later go on a date, get engaged, get married (20 months after my very first post) and years later, have two sons. ;)

The Wife: Reach Out and Uplift

Happy New Year!!!

12:00am 1/1/2015 in New Orleans
(my silly sorority sister bombing)

I know it's February but if you're like me you still find yourself writing/typing 2014 on documents and for that reason my exclamation stands. ;) I pray you all have had a beautiful year thus far, writing goals, crossing some that you've already accomplished off your list and being obedient about that "thing" that God told you to do years ago.

Last February I did a mini series called Love and Marriage. In the last few years God has really pressed marriages on my heart and my desire to change the face of marriage, primarily in the young, black community. If you've followed my blog/social media you know that Scott and I met on Facebook when I was 21, we went on our first date 5 months later, got engaged 9 months later and 5 months after that we were married: I was 22 (going on 23) and he was 23.