I wasn’t looking for a word from God when it happened. I wasn’t fasting, journaling, or in some deep moment of intercession. I was simply sitting with my thoughts when one single word dropped into my spirit with a weight that made everything in me stop moving. The word was pause . Nothing fancy. Nothing poetic. No scripture reference attached. Just pause . And it landed so heavy in my chest that I knew it wasn’t random. God was speaking, even if I didn’t yet understand what

Earlier today, I sent a short message to a friend: “Feeling triggered. Just needed to say it. I’m taking deep breaths.” It wasn’t dramatic or emotional. It wasn’t a plea for rescue. It was simply honest. Naming what I felt in that moment mattered, not because it was a crisis, but because I recognized something rising in me that needed acknowledgment. Too often, we don’t admit when we’re triggered. Some of us don’t even understand what our triggers are. But if we are going to

There’s a side of the calling we don’t talk about enough, the side that feels heavy .  The side that stretches your heart and tests your faith. Everyone loves the idea of being “called,” but few truly understand the cost that comes with the call. This is for every person who’s ever whispered, “God, this is too much,” and yet still found the strength to keep going. “To whom much is given, much is required.” Luke 12:48 We quote that Scripture often, but if I’m honest, sometimes

Let’s just call it what it is—leading while Black and female is exhausting. It’s like carrying the weight of purpose, people, and politics all on your back while trying to smile for the camera and show up like you slept eight hours. Spoiler alert: you didn’t. There’s this unspoken expectation that we, as Black women leaders, must always be twice as good, twice as poised, and twice as silent. We sometimes code-switch so people feel comfortable. We’ll soften our tone so they do