This Easter season has me being still, reflecting deeply on the journey, and on God’s faithfulness, His grace, and His relentless love!
There is so much to be thankful for!
Death surrounded me at an earlier age. In my little mind, I thought if I kept people at a distance, my heart would be safe. I believed that if I didn’t get too close, I wouldn’t have to feel the pain of loss again.
But that wasn’t true.
Instead of protecting my heart, I found myself living guarded. And that showed up in how I related to my mother growing up. I built walls thinking they would keep the hurt out, but they also kept healing out.
It wasn’t until I encountered Christ that everything began to change. He gently showed me that true safety isn’t found in isolation, it’s found in Him. Where I had fear, He offered peace. Where I had brokenness, He brought healing. Where I tried to control everything, He taught me how to trust.
I often think about the young girl I once was! The one who once found herself in fights on the streets of Chicago (Not ones she started), but fights none the less – not fully understanding at the time what was covering her.
Looking back now, I know it was the prayers of my mother and my great-grandmother that carried me and brought me safely home. And when I found Jesus for myself, everything changed. God met me right where I was! That’s My Testimony…
Little by little, He began to soften my heart, reminding me that love, real love, always carries risk, but in Him, it also carries hope! I am no longer guarded, because I have placed my life is in His hands.
What I once thought would protect me was actually holding me back. But through Christ, I’ve found a deeper kind of safety, one that doesn’t depend on circumstances, but on His presence.
I rededicated my life back to the Lord in my early 20s (really, it felt like the first time – because this time, I did it knowing just how much I needed Him). My husband and I had been married since our teen years, and we had no clue as to what we were doing! We found a church home, our first church home together and we sat under the word for more than a year. Allowing the Lord to do a work. Being a part of that church, and surrounded by those people truly changed our lives. It was a place that was rooted in holiness, where the Word of God was preached with power, and the move of the Holy Spirit was undeniable.
I was surrounded by strong, faith-filled women who; encouraged, uplifted, and strengthened one another in the Lord.
I sat under that anointing until one day, the Lord stirred something in me again, He called me back to sing.
I joined the choir, and week after week, the Word washed over me through music and song. The worship was intentional, songs grounded in Scripture, carrying truth and power.
I was on fire for God! And, not long after, the Lord placed something on my heart; to begin writing letters… sharing my faith. And that’s exactly what I did.
Shortly after, my husband’s job moved us to a new state. We had been at that church for a number of years, and I remain so grateful for that season.
Those early years weren’t easy. If I’m honest, I sometimes focused more on the naysayers than I should have. My focus was off—and it affected how I saw things.
He still surrounded us with people who were invested in our spiritual growth and in the health of our family.
Those letters I once wrote?
They became the early version of this blog.
And, that blog turned into my 1st book.
My passions have always been clear:
- Ministering the Gospel through song
- Sharing my faith through the written word
And here I am… doing both again.
Last month alone, nearly 5,000 unique visitors came to the site. People reached out. They shared their stories.
And in those moments, I was reminded… This isn’t about me. This is for Him, the One my soul loves.
Nothing matters more than my relationship with Him.
Those quiet moments, just me and Him, moving in harmony, are everything.
In my quiet time, the Lord reminded me of something deeper: Our need for Him.
Not just in the obvious ways, but in how we see others.
we don’t just celebrate Easter, we live it.
His sacrifice did more than save me, it began transforming me. I can see the evidence of that transformation in my everyday life through the fruit of the Spirit. As it says in The Bible, the fruit of the Spirit is love, joy, peace, patience, kindness, goodness, faithfulness, gentleness, and self-control.
I have learned what it means to truly love His people. Not just the easy ones, but even those who have hurt me or misunderstood me. God has softened my heart and continues to teach me how to love the way He loves.
He has replaced sorrow with joy. Even in moments where grief could have taken over, especially when reflecting on the death of my mother, I am reminded that because He got up, death does not have the final say. That truth has filled my heart with a deep, unshakable joy. I will see my mother again.
This Easter Season…
- Let’s not miss it.
- Let’s focus on the God of the Bible.
- Let’s be His hands and feet.
- Let’s be a witness.
- Let’s love people the way He loves us.
Because, “He got up!” That changed everything. And for that… I am completely in awe.
