Nostalgia is a form of mourning. - Rev. Osagyefo Sekou

Transparent moment:

I have struggled with two things in this pandemic emergent moment. The first is, am I enough? What is my value connected to? However, that is a conversation for another post. But more often, I struggle with what was.

Everyone loved that Beyonce song Irreplaceable. I must admit, I did too but not for the reasons everyone else did. I loved it because I secretly admired the ballsy way Beyonce confronted letting go. She was like, “NEXT!“

Four years ago today, I was anxiously waiting to add the pitter patter of #MacAttack feet to my daily life. Three years ago today, I was still learning how to walk again after a horrific car accident. Two years ago today, I spent my first Christmas "unhitched".

From my journal dated November 10, 2014:

"Today is my 7th wedding anniversary and I will weep. I will weep for the love I have, the love I had and the love that will never be. I will weep for my daughter who will never know the love that her parents shared on this day 7 years ago.

I will never leave you nor forsake you....

In my life I've experienced extreme seasons of loneliness. One of the faithful culprits has been tied to my gifts. By the age of seven my gift of strong discernment and intercession began to manifest. Can you imagine…

*Spoiler alert: Pieces of my roller coaster crazy life are divulged in this post. Prayer warriors, Saints, Friends, & Haters keep reading and do what you do!*

First, let me apologize for not posting in soooooo long! Life has been a crazy rollercoaster of trials and triumph that I will be sharing in blog posts to come. So stay tuned to hear about the foolishness that is my life and how God is making it all work together for good (some of it we will be discovering together because all of the "good" hasn't shown up yet!)…

It started out as words “I made you!” “No one wanted you before I did!” “No one else will want you!” Then it turned into a head push, a shove, an arm grab. After a while it graduated into punches, slaps, and full out knock down drag out fist fights.

Can I just start this post off with pure honesty? Sometimes life downright SUCKS! I mean there are some hours, days, months, even seasons of life that just perpetually suck! It seems as though everything that can go wrong does go wrong.