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!
The Woman: Your Story Doesn't Have to be Perfect. It Just Has to be Heard...
A friend (and Soror) of mine, Torrie Chatman, founded the women's ministry Beloved. She called me back in November and asked if I would share my story in January for their Remove The Makeup series on the topic of the impact witnessing Domestic Violence has on children. Before she called, God told me that I would be sharing this story but I would have to go deeper than what I've done before. I didn't know why he was giving me this "heads up" but when she called I knew I needed to say yes. Of course after we hung up I thought what in the world did I just say yes to. But God reminded me that when He called me to be transparent and "remove the makeup" that didn't come with any exceptions. Ouch. The enemy tried to discourage me for the months leading up to the event but I had to keep reminding myself that God is strategic and that there was healing and freedom on the other side of my testimony, for another woman. Thinking about those who are still suffering in silence, bound by grief, guilt, shame, confusion, and emptiness, I became more excited about going deeper into my story than I thought I would.
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 Mother: What Stay At Home Moms Want You To Know
So often we (silently) judge what we don't understand. We create our own narratives and ideas around a certain lifestyle or profession and usually we miss the mark by a long shot. If you are new to my story, I left my job at NASA back in June to be home with my sons (4 years old and 14 months), support my husbands business and to pursue my purpose, all because God told me to. Actually, He pushed me out of the door after I attempted to delay being obedient to His directions but none the less that road led me here.
Scott and I were married 4 years before we had our first son. I started my job at NASA in the summer of 2010 and by the fall of 2010 we were expecting. Throw in a reorganization, budget cuts, pay decrease, a miscarriage and a government shut down and you have baby number two on the way. By the second pregnancy I began to feel God directing me towards the door. Aside from the cost of daycare being more than my bi-weekly check, I knew within my spirit that it was time.
From my (brief) experience being at home with the boys I have some nuggets I wanted to share with those people out there who, like I once was, have a distorted perception of women who are at home full time.
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.