Hey y’all!!

For my returning readers, I see you! To my new readers, I’m so glad you chose to stop by!

Ummm… where do we begin? We knew we were in for some foolishness when January 20th came and the Tang Tyrant was inaugurated. That kicked the year off all wrong! Despite all the corrupt, evil, hideous, unhinged, and unnecessary things that occurred in 2025, we can say “Another one bites the dust.”

Let me start by saying this: God is God, and He’s gon’ do what He wants – period. Last year, in my end-of-year blog, I wrote, “2025 I expect God to do marvelous things. I expect favor, grace, mercy, and for God to be God. There is something on the inside that is excited and anticipating greatness.” And listen… He delivered – just not in the way I pictured, planned, or politely suggested in prayer. I wasn’t able to see the goodness in MY 2025 until I started writing this blog; you’ll understand why as you continue to read.

2025 proved that I could write a Netflix series and it would be FIRE🔥.

January through March, I was in my soft-life era; healing, thriving, drinking my water and minding my business, while letting the Lord do his work. Then March rolled up like, “Surprise, surprise!” and handed me a positive pregnancy test. Plot twist number one.

By July, life said and another one, and the job I’d been loyal to for almost 11 years – ELEVEN – pulled me into a Teams call and said we no longer need your services. No warning, no care, no concern, no nothing. Just my whole professional career as rolling credits on an entire chapter of my adult life.

Then November came with the climax, I gave birth to the sweetest thing I’ve ever known: my little man, my joy, my why, my whole heart in a onesie.

And from August until now? Unemployed. Navigating motherhood, identity shifts, and reconciling what I asked for and what God gave me in His mysterious timing like, “Okay Lord… is you cool?”

This year paid homage to “Life Be Life’n!” This year God cared nothing about my ask to be removed from his strongest soldiers list or my feelings. Not only was I still on the list, but he also enrolled me into his “Seven Crises Before Prosperity” masterclass.

Identity Crisis – “Allow me to re-introduce myself”

The top of the year had me in a whole identity reboot. Like I said, January through March, I was living my best life in my soft-girl era. I was finally feeling like myself again – or at least the version of me I thought I was supposed to be. Hindsight is 20/20 and looking back, God was removing old labels, outdated versions of me, identities I had outgrown but was still holding onto, and asking me, “Who are you without the roles, the routines, the job, the plans, the control?” Come to find out, I had no idea. God was preparing me for a year that would demand a stronger, clearer, more grounded version of myself. He was resetting my identity before the plot twists even hit. He made sure he re-introduced me to me.

Scarcity Crisis – “Lord… Why My Life Start Giving ‘Job’ From the Bible?”

I gave 11 LONG years of consistency and loyalty to a company that didn’t have the decency to give me a 1:1, personal farewell. They had the AUDACITY and unmitigated gall to let me go on a Teams call with 15 other people! No “thank you.” No “we appreciate you.” Just here’s a slide of how you make your quiet exit. That’s when I learned the hard way: be loyal to your purpose, not these places.

To add to the chaos, it’s July. I’m four months pregnant and unemployed. I’m looking at God like, “Sir… be for real? You give me a whole human to take care of then snatch the job? What the hell? How does this make sense? You could have done this at any other time, but you choose THIS season?” Yes, I trust Him – but I was absolutely side-eyeing Heaven like, “Can you let me in on the plan, cause what we doing?”

That moment broke me in both the natural and the spiritual. My finances were my safety net. My stability. My freedom. That was the area I called the shots. And suddenly, I had no shots to call.

So now here I am – pregnant, unemployed, identity shaken, stability gone, trying to smile like life isn’t life’n at full speed. I swear, it felt unreal. Like “Lord… this can’t be my storyline.”

Obedience Crisis – “My soul says yes, but my mind says ABSOLUTELY NOT!”

Obedience. Whew. The one word that requires me to do the one thing I hate the most; relinquish control. That’s a problem for me! This crisis is giving me a run for my money cause apparently God doesn’t think I’ve learned the lesson.

Let’s be real: it’s one thing to trust God when life is cute, stable, and predictable, but it’s a whole different story when He asks you to obey in a season that makes absolutely no sense. For my Sunday school participants, y’all remember when He told Noah to build the ark and wasn’t a cloud in sight? That’s the type of obedience He was/is requiring from me.

I was pregnant, unemployed, emotionally drained, spiritually tired, and God was still whispering, “Keep walking.”

Umm sir… “Where we going and are we there yet?”

God: silence.

Let me be honest, I didn’t want to. I felt like I had already walked into the dark woods with no flashlight. I wanted clarity and some sense of control. I wanted a sign, a blueprint, a burning bush, SOMETHING. Instead, God gave me silence and a nudge. His only instruction: walk.

I had nothing else to lose so I obeyed. Not perfectly. Not excitedly. Not even with a fake smile. But with puffy eyes and trembling faith.

Obedience in this season meant surrendering my pride, my plans, and my need to know what comes next. It looked like trusting that God wasn’t playing in my face, He was positioning me. It was choosing faith over fear every single day, even when fear was real loud.

The wild part? Obedience didn’t change my circumstances overnight. Sigh, I wish it had. To keep it a 100, I still have the same circumstances. But obedience changed me.

This crisis taught me that obedience isn’t about understanding, it’s about alignment. Sometimes God will ask for your “yes” long before He shows you the “why”.

Rejection Crisis – “Oh, so it’s like that?”

Rejection has always been one of those areas that hits me in the chest, but this one? This one was different. Losing my job didn’t just sting, it felt personal. It felt like betrayal. And the part that really had me spiraling was watching other folks who got laid off slide right into new roles like nothing happened. Meanwhile, I’m over here thinking I had all these “connections”, all these “relationships”, all this “support” and not ONE person helped me land anywhere in the company.

Was it their responsibility? No.

But if the roles were reversed, I would’ve made something shake. So not only did I lose my job, but I also lost people I thought were solid. That’s the part that had me looking around like, “Oh… so it’s like THAT?”

Lesson: They’re your coworkers not your friends.

Here’s the truth I had to swallow, I had been complaining about that job for months. I didn’t enjoy it anymore. I was stagnant, overlooked, undervalued, and trying to convince myself it was still “fine.” In God’s infinite wisdom, He saw what I refused to admit – I had outgrown that place. So, He removed me before I even realized I needed to be removed.

Doesn’t mean it didn’t hurt. Doesn’t mean I’m not still a little pissed. But it does remind me that my words have power and sometimes God answers prayers we forgot we prayed.

Isolation Crisis – “OK God, it’s just me and you!”

This season right here? Whew. I was fighting daily not to slip into a dark place, because it wasn’t just about me anymore – every emotion I felt, my son felt too. Life got quiet. Not the peaceful spa-day quiet, the kind of quiet where you can hear your own heartbeat and your own thoughts a little too clearly. The kind of quiet where God sits you down, closes every door, and says, “Now that I have your attention…”

I’ve had quiet seasons before, but those were voluntary. This one was orchestrated by God himself, and the goal was to get me to listen without distraction.

People I thought were ride or die, disappeared. The folks who did show up were unexpected angels God sent to remind me I wasn’t completely alone.

Spiritually? Whew chile… God had me in a chokehold.

He stripped away everything familiar, the routines, the titles, the control – all the things I used to hide behind. He had me out here like I was on an episode of Naked and Afraid, exposed and uncomfortable. And in the stillness, He started dealing with me. My fears. My doubts. My insecurities. My need for control. My need for validation. All of it.

This crisis isn’t over yet. I’m still in it. He has me in a season where my safety is in him and I’m not ready to leave because he’s not done speaking yet.

Truth be told, I don’t enjoy the feeling of isolation, but I love the clarity I get in isolation. So, until He’s done speaking and says otherwise, I’m staying right here in this quiet place, listening.

Pride-Breaking Crisis – “Be humble, Sit down!”

There’s nothing, and I mean nothing, more humbling than going from an employed, financially stable, independent woman to a pregnant, unemployed, financially shaky, still trying to be independent woman. My whole world flipped upside down in a matter of months. And while I was juggling the full chaos of adulting, I was still smiling, still showing up for people, still pretending I was fine… all while quietly drowning.

My pride was hurt! For the life of me, I couldn’t understand why God hit me so hard, so fast, so publicly. I reached a level of frustration I can only describe as ultimate pissosity. I started comparing my struggles to other people’s lives, telling God “I didn’t do anything as bad as them, so why am I the one suffering?”

Then I swung into toxic positivity like it was a full-time job. I was reciting affirmations, quoting scriptures, singing hymns, and blasting every encouraging gospel song I could think of, hoping and praying something, anything, would shift instantly! Nothing changed overnight. Nothing changed in a few weeks. Nothing changed in a few months. Nothing changed the way I THOUGHT it should.

That’s when it hit me: I had completely lost every ounce of control I thought I had.

This was the crisis that stripped me. The one that humbled me. The one that forced me to admit that my strength, my plans, my timing, my independence, none of it could carry me through this season. Only God could.

Purpose Crisis – “What now?”

After God snatched every ounce of control I thought I had, I found myself standing in the middle of my life like, “Okay… so what now?” Because once the pride breaks, the stability crumbles, the identity shifts, and the isolation settles in, you’re left staring at the pieces of your old life, wondering how and what the hell you’re supposed to build next.

This was the moment where purpose got real quiet and real loud at the same time.

I kept asking God, “Why? What was the point of all of this?” His response was delivered November 8th, 2025, at 1:33 pm ET. He gave me a son. A calling wrapped in soft skin and tiny fingers. A reminder that purpose isn’t always a platform, sometimes it’s a person. Sometimes it’s a season. Sometimes it’s a version of you that can only be born after everything else falls apart.

Purpose didn’t show up as a job, a title, a breakthrough email.

Purpose showed up in November, crying and perfect, reminding me that God never wastes pain, He repurposes it.

The Revelation – “God is keeping me!”

If there’s one thing this year has taught me, it’s that even when I had no control, no job, and no plan, I was still provided for. I lacked nothing. I never missed a meal. Every bill got paid. Every need was met. Every day, God reminded me that provision doesn’t come from a paycheck, it comes from Him.

Even though unemployment wasn’t on my vision board, I’ve embraced the gift hidden inside it: time. Time to bond with my son. Time to slow down. Time to breathe. Time to prepare myself emotionally to be everything I never had in a parent, emotionally regulated, emotionally safe, and emotionally present. This season forced me to grow up in ways I didn’t even know I needed.

And listen… some of these crises are still crisis-ing. I’m still navigating. Still learning. Still healing. This has been the toughest season of my life outside losing my grandma. The uncertainty, the lack of control, the way life stopped responding to me the way it used to; it shook, stretched and stripped me.

But through it all, I’ve been kept. Covered. Carried. Sustained by a God who never once took his hand off me.

So, as I close this chapter and step into whatever’s next, I’m holding onto the words of Pastor Reginald W. Sharpe Jr.:

“Either it’s gone work out, or it’s gone work out.”

A Message to 2026 – “Come Correct!”

2026, Welcome!

I’m not entering this year timid, confused, or stuck in survival mode. I’m stepping into you with expectation, alignment, and a testimony that’s still unfolding.

God is still God. Provision is still provision. And this season, just like every season before it, will pass.

As Paul said, “For I reckon that the sufferings of this present time won’t be compared with the glory which shall be revealed in us.” (Romans 8:18)

Let’s go!

Healing is a journey; you choose where you want to go.

I love y’all🤟🏽