The Summer of 35

A Season of Light This week has been God’s light shining on me heavily and unapologetically. There’s a sweetness in the air, a rhythm that feels divinely aligned. I woke up feeling happy, aware, and excited. More than ever, I’m recognizing both my blind spots and my strengths. And with that awareness comes gratitude—because God has been good, and He remains good always. Days are never the same; some feel light, others heavy. But the constant truth is this: your goals, your dreams, your purpose they must always move in the direction of the bigger plan you’ve set for yourself. It’s not about perfection; it’s about persistence. Trusting the Process ✨ There’s a bigger picture behind every step we take. Trusting the process is not some simple motivational slogan that whispers, “Oh, you can do it, and it will all work out.” No, it’s much deeper than that. Trusting the process is a declaration. It’s proof that consistency works. It’s a reminder to stay the course even when you’re tired,...

A Week of Divine Radiance This week has been nothing short of breathtaking. I’ve felt God’s light shine on me heavily, unapologetically, and with a brilliance that is impossible to ignore. There are days when life feels uncertain, and then there are days like this when everything aligns, when blessings overflow, and when joy feels like it’s wrapped around me like a warm embrace. I am happy today. Not the fleeting, shallow kind of happy, but a deep, soul-stirring joy that comes from knowing I am seen, guided, and protected. Happiness, for me, this week has been tied to awareness  of who I am, where I stand, and who I am becoming. Awareness of Blind Spots and Strengths One of the most beautiful gifts God gives us is clarity. This week, I’ve been reminded of the power of self-awareness. I’ve been able to look closely at my blind spots ,the areas I’ve often ignored, overlooked, or struggled with. Instead of seeing them as flaws, I now recognize them as opportunities for growth. E...

This week has felt hopeful  and generous with love, grace, and possibility. I feel deeply in love with the journey I’m on. I’m excited about it, empowered to move with its flow, and accepting of its curves and unexpected turns. There’s a certain beauty in surrendering to the process, trusting that even the detours are part of the design. Lately, I’ve been reflecting on the story of Joseph in the Bible, a narrative so layered with pain, perseverance, and divine purpose that it always moves me. Joseph was his father Jacob’s beloved son, gifted with dreams that foretold his destiny. But his own brothers, driven by jealousy, sold him into slavery. Imagine the betrayal being torn away from family and everything familiar, all because of the very gift that God had placed inside him. From there, Joseph’s life seemed to move from one trial to another. In Egypt, he served faithfully in Potiphar’s house, only to be falsely accused and imprisoned. For over a decade, Joseph’s life was defin...

A Mother's Love, My Anchor I love God. I love my mother. She is my visible strength, my comforter. In her beautiful humanness, I see the evidence of unconditional love. These days, she says “I love you” out loud and every time she does, it melts something in me. I remember when she didn’t know how to say those words. Perhaps because she had never heard them enough herself. For years, I said, “I love you, Mom,” whether I felt it or not. Not out of pretense, but in faith so that God would soften her heart to receive and understand the impact of love expressed in words. That intention, that prayer, has come full circle. Her strength, resilience, and sacrifices have shaped me in ways I can never fully articulate. Our relationship wasn’t always sweet, but it was real, and her presence in my life is still felt, still needed. She has been there, and because of that I am. The Absent Father, The Lingering Echoes God reflects both the mother and father presence in our lives. But if I’m...

These past few weeks have been deeply reflective and healing for me. I made the intentional decision to step back from posting content—not because I lacked ideas, but because I needed to catch up with myself. Sometimes we get so caught up in producing, performing, and showing up for others that we forget to show up for ourselves . That’s where I’ve been—realizing that I was pouring from an almost empty cup. So instead of forcing the flow, I surrendered. The pause wasn’t failure. It was fuel. It was a quiet reminder that growth still happens in silence, and that healing doesn’t always need an audience. Rest is not laziness—it is strategy. It is grace. I used this time to reflect on who I’ve been, who I’m becoming, and what I want to carry forward. This journey isn’t easy, but I’m learning to trust the process and love the softer, slower moments too. I’m grateful for the clarity, and I’m grateful for you—my community, my readers, my mirror. We’re growing, even when we’re still. I l...