When Morning Prayers Become a Courtroom of Petitions

Let me tell you something I have learned — and I’m still learning it every day.

There are mornings when my prayers are no longer quiet whispers.

They become a courtroom of petitions.

In those early hours, when the world is still asleep, when the noise hasn’t started yet, when there are no opinions, no distractions, no interruptions — that is where I meet God. And I don’t come timidly. I come honestly. I come boldly. I come prepared to contend.

Because God invites us to do that.

There are people who believe prayer must always be soft and careful, but Scripture shows us something deeper. David spoke to God with tears. He told God how he felt. He laid his pain bare. In Psalm 56, David says:

“You keep track of all my sorrows. You have collected all my tears in your bottle. You have recorded each one in your book.”

That tells me something powerful: our tears are not wasted.

Our mourning prayers are not ignored.

Our early-morning conversations with God matter.

And so I speak to God. I petition my case. I tell Him what weighs on my heart. I declare what I am trusting Him for. I command my morning — because yesterday is gone, and today is a new day.

I remind myself that God is not intimidated by my honesty.

Look at Hezekiah. The prophet came to him and told him plainly: “Set your house in order, because you will die.”

And what did Hezekiah do?

He didn’t argue with people.

He didn’t panic.

He didn’t accept it as final.

He turned his face to the wall… and he spoke to God.

He contended.

He petitioned.

He reminded God of his faithfulness.

And God responded — not with rebuke, but with mercy. God added fifteen more years to his life.

That tells me something:

If God can add years, He can add peace.

If God can extend life, He can extend provision.

If God can change a death sentence, He can surely shift circumstances, timelines, and outcomes.

My situation may not be life or death — but I still contend.

I contend for clarity.

I contend for peace of mind.

I contend for fruitfulness.

I contend for the work of my hands.

I contend for the silencing of the noise in my mind.

And this is what I want you to hear today:

You are allowed to contend with God.

You are allowed to lay your case before Him.

You are allowed to speak your mornings into alignment with His Word.

Wake up early if you can.

Find that quiet space.

Remove the distractions.

And speak — not fear, not doubt — but faith.

Declare that your days are good.

Decree that what you’ve placed before God will produce a beautiful outcome.

Trust that what you are building will end in testimony.

And let me say this gently but firmly:

If people don’t believe you…

If they don’t understand what you’re doing…

If they keep naysaying, judging, doubting — let them.

They are not your judges.

They are not your source.

They are not your God.

God is shaping you into a message.

He is turning your test into a testimony.

He is giving you the authority to declare your mornings into destiny.

Nothing and no one can derail what God has ordained — as long as you consult Him, follow His Word, and remain faithful.

Your prayers matter.

Your tears matter.

Your faith matters.

And there will be a testimony at the end.

Reminder 

“Do not be anxious about anything, but in every situation, by prayer and petition, with thanksgiving, present your requests to God.”

— Philippians 4:6

Leaving a Legacy That Matters

When I think about why I do what I do, I realize it’s never just about the present moment. It’s never simply about making money, chasing recognition, or fitting into the world’s definition of success. For me, it’s always been bigger than that. It’s about legacy.

I see people every day asking questions like, “Why are you doing this? Why aren’t you charging more for it? Why invest your time here?” And yes, we all need money to navigate life, to survive, to provide for our families. But for me personally, while my business brings in money, it’s not the biggest measure of my success. The real success is what I leave behind.

Legacy is about planting seeds that grow beyond your lifetime. It’s about creating something that speaks for you long after you’re gone. It’s about making sure that when your children or your grandchildren talk about you, they can say with pride: “My mom was an author. My mom was a business owner. My mom did what she loved. She was passionate. She created. She poured her heart into what mattered.”

This is also why I pour myself into my blog. It’s where I lay my heart bare, where I share the real and the raw of my journey. Some people read it and respond, some don’t — but that’s okay. I’ve come to realize that it doesn’t always take a comment or a like to make an impact. Sometimes the words reach a heart silently, and that is enough. That is faith in action.

I trust God for a better life — not just for me, but for my husband, as we journey into our 50s. We want a life that’s softer, fuller, and abundant in peace. A life where we can enjoy the fruits of what we’ve sown, where our faith continues to guide us, and where we can build a home and family life that reflects God’s goodness. And I trust Him for my children too, that they will see the example of a mother who stayed faithful, who persevered, and who trusted God even when the journey was hard. I want them to be inspired, to see that sticking it out, even when life is messy, is worth it.

I think about my grandchildren and my children. I think about the stories they will tell one day. And I want them to know that I was here, that I was intentional, that I chose passion over convenience, love over fear, faith over doubt. That I lived a life that inspired them to create, to trust God, to believe in their own gifts.

Yes, I am grateful for today. I am thankful that I was born. I am grateful for every opportunity, every struggle, and every triumph. But the most important question I ask myself is this: When I leave this earth, what will I leave behind? What mark will I make that outlives me? What story will people tell about Leslene?

Legacy is bigger than recognition. It’s bigger than money. It’s bigger than comfort or convenience. Legacy is about intentionally using the gifts God gave you — your mind, your hands, your heart — to create something that carries His glory and inspires the generations that come after you.

And that is exactly what I aim to do.

With faith in God, with gratitude for each moment, and with a heart wide open, I am leaving a legacy that matters.

How Do We Navigate Hurt When We Live Under Grace?

In the Old Testament, people cried out to God in a world where law, justice, and consequence were the main ways God revealed His character. When enemies rose up against them, they prayed for God to act — sometimes in fierce ways. And God did, because He was establishing holiness, order, covenant identity, and the seriousness of sin.

There was no “buffer” of a Savior yet. No intercessor. No Mediator.

God’s judgment came directly, and swiftly.

Then Jesus stepped in.

With Him came grace, mercy, forgiveness, and a new way of responding to human hurt.

We are no longer under the law that demanded immediate justice —

we are under a Savior who absorbed judgment Himself.

Because of Jesus:

We don’t pray curses over people.

We don’t ask God to destroy our enemies.

We don’t declare harm over someone who harmed us.

Instead, Jesus teaches us something far stronger — not weaker:

“Bless those who curse you, pray for those who mistreat you.” (Luke 6:28)

Not because they deserve kindness.

But because we carry the Spirit of the One who redeemed us.

The Old Testament teaches us that God sees injustice.

The New Testament teaches us that God transforms it.

So how do we navigate hurt now?

1. We still bring everything to God — but we surrender the outcome.

You can pray: “Lord, You see this. You know the truth. Handle it in Your way.”

That prayer is powerful. It places justice in the hands of a perfect Judge.

2. We fight spiritually, not carnally.

We stand firm. We set boundaries.

We refuse to be mistreated or trampled on.

But we don’t fight out of revenge — we fight out of identity.

3. Grace doesn’t make us passive — it makes us purified.

Grace doesn’t mean:

ignoring wrong

tolerating abuse

pretending everything is okay

Grace means you don’t let bitterness, anger, or curses sit in your heart.

You handle conflict without becoming the thing that wounded you.

4. We trust that God still deals with people — but He does it His way.

God didn’t stop being just — He simply works through the cross now.

Some people will be corrected.

Some will be exposed.

Some will change.

Some will lose battles they thought they were winning.

And some consequences will come quietly, not dramatically, because God’s desire is always restoration over destruction.

5. We choose Christ’s character, even when hurt.

This is the hardest part — but also the most freeing.

When you respond with grace, you step into spiritual maturity and authority.

In the Old Testament, the prayer was: “God, deal with them.”

In the New Testament, the prayer is: “God, deal with me — and deal with them Your way.”

That shift is where your strength grows, where your heart stays soft, and where God moves with power.

A New Table

The season of begging for space is over.

The season of trying to prove your worth is over.

The season of shrinking to keep familiar company is over.

Stop fighting for tables that limit you

and no longer have a space for you.

Start building your own.

A table where God sits at the head.

A table where capacity matches capacity.

A table where your anointing is not too much.

A table where your voice is not dismissed.

A table where your growth is not intimidating.

A table where your purpose is not misunderstood.

God is not just elevating you —

He is separating you.

Not as punishment,

but as preparation.

Stay Focused. Stay Faithful. Stay Expectant.

This month, I refuse to be distracted.

I refuse to be drained.

I refuse to be delayed by people or places that can no longer serve where God is taking me.

I am not stagnant.

I am not behind.

I am not forgotten.

I am being aligned.

I am being prepared.

I am being positioned.

And in this 12th month —

where authority settles,

where promises unfold,

where prayers ripen —

God is making manifest His glory in my life.

Not tomorrow.

Not next year.

Now.

Right here, in December 2025 —

I am receiving what is rightfully mine.

Stop Pouring Into Empty Cups

 

December Reflection: 

This month feels different.
Not because everything suddenly became easier,
but because clarity finally set in.

All year I’ve watched people move forward.
Not because they were better than me,
not because they had more resources or more support,
but because they made one decision that I was too afraid to make:

They stopped pouring into empty cups.

And here I was — stagnant, tired, drained —
still trying to carry people emotionally, spiritually, mentally,
people who had no intention of growing, healing, or moving.
People who were comfortable where they were,
while I was struggling to hold myself together
and hold them together too.

But now… I see it clearly.
I cannot take everyone where God is taking me.
Not because I am better,
but because the capacity God has given me
is not something everyone can contain.

Some people simply cannot walk this journey.
Not because they’re bad,
but because this path was not assigned to them.

And this year made me realize something deeper:
I stagnated because I kept trying to take people with me
who were never meant to go.
I slowed down because I kept watering cups
that were cracked, empty, unchanging.
I drained myself trying to carry people
who never once asked God to prepare them for the journey.

But this month — the 12th month —
something in my spirit shifted.

Twelve symbolizes governance, authority, divine order.
And I finally understand what that means for me:

This is the month where I take authority
over my boundaries,
over my healing,
over my destiny,
over my time,
over my peace.

This is the month where I say:
“God, align me with what is mine.”

Because everything I’ve been praying for
in the past 11 months
is now coming into order.
Everything that felt delayed
is now being rearranged.
Everything that felt broken
is now being rebuilt.

God is making manifest what He whispered to my heart.
Not because of luck.
Not because of people.
Not because of chance.
But because it is my time.

And as I step into what is rightfully mine,
I accept that not everyone can go with me.
Not everyone can understand where I’m heading.
Not everyone can hold the weight of what God placed in my spirit.
Not everyone can walk a journey
they never had the courage to begin.

So today, I choose to:

✔ Stop pouring into empty cups.
✔ Stop dragging people who were never assigned to my path.
✔ Stop shrinking myself to make others comfortable.
✔ Stop apologizing for evolving.
✔ Stop delaying my own growth out of loyalty to stagnation.

Because where God is taking me now
requires focus, faith, and forward motion.

This has been a rough year.
A stretching year.
A breaking year.
A revealing year.

But it is ending with governance.
With authority.
With divine alignment.
With manifestation.

And as I step into this final stretch of 2025,
I declare over myself:

“God is making manifest His glory through me.
And I will receive everything that is rightfully mine.”

I Am Ending This Year Strong 2025

This year—2025—taught me a lesson I never expected to learn so painfully, yet so powerfully. A lesson I didn’t ask for… but one God knew I needed in order to grow, stand firm, and rise into who He called me to be.

I didn’t realise how much I struggled with the fear of man until life, work, and certain environments exposed it. Not gently. Not quietly. But in a way that shook me, stretched me, and forced me to confront it face to face.

There were days at work where I felt small.

Where I felt silenced.

Where I felt like people could sense my hesitation, my softness, my internal trembling.

And the sad truth?

Some people take pleasure in that.

Some people see your uncertainty and use it to elevate themselves.

Some people see your quiet heart and mistake it for weakness.

Some take your humility and interpret it as fear.

And fear, especially fear of man, becomes a snare.

It traps you.

It silences you.

It makes you shrink even when God told you to stand.

It makes you tolerate things you should have confronted.

It makes you hand over authority to people who never should have had that kind of power over your emotions or your peace.

But what I didn’t see at first was this:

It wasn’t the people.

It was the enemy.

Working through insecurities.

Working through manipulative spirits.

Working through misunderstandings, intimidation, and chaos.

Working through the moments where I questioned myself, my voice, and even my worth.

And I learned—sometimes painfully—that when I showed them my fear, when I let them see my uncertainty, they walked over me without hesitation. Not because they were strong… but because I didn’t yet understand my own strength.

But God.

Oh, but God.

He has a way of using uncomfortable experiences to build spiritual muscle.

He has a way of showing you who people truly are…

while also showing you who YOU truly are in Him.

And slowly, day by day, God started revealing the truth:

People do not have power over me.

God does.

And God is my anchor.

When I felt cornered — God spoke peace.

When I felt intimidated — God whispered courage.

When I felt alone — God covered me.

When I feared failing — God reminded me that no human being holds my destiny or my breakthrough in their hands.

Every moment of pressure this year became a classroom.

Every challenge became a breaking of old patterns.

Every attack became a revelation.

Every insult, every dismissal, every undermining comment became evidence of spiritual warfare — not personal weakness.

And now, standing here in December 2025, I can finally say:

I am ending this year stronger than I started it.

Not because life became easier.

Not because people changed.

But because I changed.

Because God stretched me.

Because I learned how to stand.

Because I learned that courage is not loud — it is anchored.

And my anchor is Christ.

The fear of man nearly trapped me.

It nearly silenced me.

It nearly convinced me that I wasn’t capable, worthy, or strong enough.

But God stepped in and reminded me:

"No person can walk over someone I have covered.

No voice can silence someone I have chosen.

No attack can stop someone I have anointed."

People will always have opinions.

People will always criticize.

People will assume authority that doesn’t belong to them.

People will take pleasure in thinking they have control over you.

But they don’t.

They never did.

And now — I know it too.

This December, I release the fear of man.

I release the weight of other people’s opinions.

I release the intimidation, the shrinking, the self-doubt.

And I take back my voice.

I take back my confidence.

I take back my authority.

I take back my power in Christ.

Because those who trust in the Lord will be safe.

Safe from manipulation.

Safe from fear.

Safe from intimidation.

Safe from the traps the enemy sets through people.

This isn’t just the end of a year.

It is the end of a cycle.

And the beginning of a stronger me.

I am ending this year anchored.

I am ending this year courageous.

I am ending this year unshaken.

And I am ending this year free.

December 2025 Reflection 🪞

Grace… a word we speak so easily, yet only truly understand when life places us in moments where nothing else could have carried us through. As I look back over this year — over the journey, the stretching, the confusion, the breakthroughs, the disappointments that later proved to be divine protection — one truth echoes louder than anything else: Grace was there.

Grace was there when I didn’t think I needed it.

You know those seasons when you feel strong, capable, and steady? When life seems to be flowing, and you believe you can carry yourself? Even then, grace was quietly holding the parts of your story you didn’t even know were fragile. Protecting you from what was forming behind the scenes, guiding you away from what wasn’t meant for you, covering you in ways you couldn’t yet see. That was grace — subtle, gentle, patient.

Grace was there when I put myself in situations I had no business being in.

Let’s be honest — some storms we stepped into willingly. Not because we didn’t know better, but because we were tired, lonely, hopeful, or trying to fill an empty place with the wrong thing. And yet, even in that, grace didn’t leave. It didn’t shame us. It didn’t abandon us. It waited. It covered. It protected us from consequences that could’ve destroyed us. It whispered, “I’ll help you get out of what you got yourself into.”

That’s grace.

Grace was there when I didn’t know how I would get to work.

When transport failed, when the money didn’t make sense, when the budget screamed “impossible” — grace stepped in. Maybe through a friend. Maybe through a miracle. Maybe through strength you didn’t know you had. But somehow… you got there. Somehow… you made it through another day. That wasn’t luck. That wasn’t coincidence. That was grace making a way through impossibility.

Grace was there when I didn’t even have one slice of bread.

We don’t talk enough about those quiet moments — those deep private struggles no one knows about. The days where hunger is both physical and emotional. The days where you question your worth, your future, your strength. Yet even in those moments, grace fed you… not just food, but hope.

Grace kept your faith alive. Grace promised, “This is not your permanent place.”

And it wasn’t.

Grace was there when they said my dreams would fail.

People will always have opinions. They will tell you to be realistic. They will measure your dreams by their own fear. They will project their limitations onto you and expect you to receive them as truth.

But grace reminded me not to share what God had whispered into my spirit.

Not everything meant for you is meant to be spoken aloud. Some dreams grow best in silence. Some visions are safest when guarded. Grace taught me to nurture what God planted in my heart — quietly, privately, faithfully — until the fruit became undeniable.

Grace told me to run with what God said, not with what people thought.

And now… as I step into December 2025, something in me has shifted. Something in me has awakened and settled at the same time. I realize now more than ever:

This journey has nothing to do with luck.

Nothing to do with connections.

Nothing to do with approval.

Nothing to do with who supports you and who doesn’t.

This has everything to do with God — and His grace.

Grace prepared the road long before I walked it.

Grace softened the blows I didn’t see coming.

Grace redirected me every time I wandered.

Grace carried me when I could not carry myself.

Grace held my business together when I had no strength left.

Grace fueled my creativity, my ideas, my resilience.

Grace kept me standing when everything around me looked like it wanted to knock me down.

Grace was there in every disappointment, every closed door, every yes, every breakthrough, every unexpected blessing. Through the tears. Through the doubts. Through the prayers whispered on tired nights. Through the frustrations and the small victories that reminded me why I started.

Grace was there when I thought all I had left was faith the size of a mustard seed. And guess what? That was enough. Grace made sure it was enough.

Now, looking back, I see that every step — even the ones that didn’t make sense — was guided by grace. Every delay was a divine setup. Every hardship shaped character. Every moment of lack taught gratitude. Every moment of abundance taught stewardship. And every season taught me that God’s grace does not run out. It meets you over and over again, right where you are.

I walk into the end of this year not tired, not defeated, not unsure — but deeply aware that I am only where I am because grace never left me.

As I step into what’s next, I carry this truth with me: Grace didn’t just bring me through — grace is taking me further.

And it will do the same for you.

📖 Scripture Reminder

“My grace is sufficient for you, for My power is made perfect in weakness.”

— 2 Corinthians 12:9

Just because you're weary....

Don’t Bow to the Breakdown

Life has a way of testing us. There are moments when the weight of responsibilities, expectations, and unforeseen challenges presses down so heavily that it feels unbearable. Breakdowns come—sometimes quietly, sometimes violently—but they do not define you. What defines you is how you respond.

When the storms rage, it’s tempting to bow, to let despair take the wheel. But remember: you were not created for defeat. You were created for resilience. Even in your weakest moments, God’s strength carries you. Isaiah 41:10 reminds us, “So do not fear, for I am with you; do not be dismayed, for I am your God. I will strengthen you and help you; I will uphold you with my righteous right hand.”

A breakdown is not the end—it’s an invitation to lean into faith, to surrender control, and to trust that something greater is working behind the scenes. It is in these moments that courage is forged, patience is refined, and hope is born anew.

So, don’t bow. Don’t let the noise, the fear, or the pressure steal your peace. Stand firm, even if trembling. Take each small step forward. Speak truth to yourself: I am not defeated. I am becoming stronger. I am held.

Your breakthrough is closer than you think. And when you rise from this, you will rise with clarity, confidence, and a testimony that inspires others.

Let this be your reminder today: the breakdown is temporary, but the strength that emerges from it lasts a lifetime.

Psalm 34:19 – “The righteous person may have many troubles, but the LORD delivers him from them all.”

No Shrinking

✨ Built for This ✨

There comes a moment in life when you realize — you were built for this. Every challenge, every setback, every uncomfortable room you’ve had to stand in — it was all preparation.

There’s no shrinking on the job. You didn’t come this far to play small or doubt the power that God placed inside of you. You’ve been equipped with strength, wisdom, and resilience that cannot be shaken. Every assignment placed before you is not meant to break you, but to build you.

There’s no shrinking while leading. Leadership is not always about comfort — it’s about courage. It’s about standing firm even when you’re misunderstood. It’s about showing up, not because it’s easy, but because others are watching how you handle the weight of responsibility. You lead by example, not by fear.

There’s no shrinking while in a meeting. Whether you sit at a table filled with confidence or criticism, remember — you deserve your seat. You worked for it, prayed for it, and you belong there. Lift your head, speak your truth, and let your presence carry the grace and authority that comes from knowing who you are and Whose you are.

And most importantly, there’s no shrinking in your business and personal life. Stop dimming your light because it makes others uncomfortable. Stop apologizing for being bold, focused, and anointed. You’ve been called to stand tall, to shine bright, and to move with divine purpose.

You are built for this — the pressure, the growth, the calling, and the breakthrough. You were never meant to shrink — you were meant to RISE.

Reminder:

“For God has not given us a spirit of fear, but of power, love, and a sound mind.”

— 2 Timothy 1:7

Still on track at my own pace

Finding That Version of You

Where is she?

The version of you who doesn’t compare her life, her body, her blessings, or her pace to anyone else’s.

The version who wakes up and finds joy in just being — knowing that she is enough because God says she is.

Somewhere along the way, the noise of the world got louder.

We started scrolling, watching, and measuring our worth by what others are doing, saying, or achieving. And before we knew it, that peaceful version of ourselves — the one content with God’s timing — got buried beneath comparison, pressure, and doubt.

But she’s still in there.

The version of you that simply wants to please God and rest in His approval, not people’s applause.

The one who looks in the mirror and doesn’t need validation to feel seen, because she knows He already sees her.

That version of you waits quietly for you to stop chasing and start listening.

She’s ready to breathe again — free from the need to perform, prove, or compete.

She wants you to remember: your purpose was never meant to look like theirs. Your race is sacred, personal, and perfectly designed by the One who called you.

So today, find her again.

Let her rise — the version of you who prays more than she scrolls, who loves herself as she’s growing, and who finds peace in simply walking with God.

Because at the end of the day, when all is said and done, it’s not about them.

It’s about you and Him.

✨ “Seek first the Kingdom of God and His righteousness, and all these things will be added to you.” – Matthew 6:33

🕊️ Reflection / Prayer:

Lord, help me to find her again — the version of me that rests in Your love and not in the world’s approval.

Teach me to be content with who I am becoming in You.

Silence the voices of comparison, doubt, and pressure that try to steal my peace.

Remind me that my worth isn’t measured by achievements, likes, or opinions — but by Your grace and the purpose You’ve placed within me.

Let me walk each day with the quiet confidence that You are pleased when I seek You first.

May I live to honor You and be proud of the woman I am when the day ends — even if no one else sees it.

Amen. 🤍

This is how it has to be.

Battles Not Meant for You

There are moments in life when we find ourselves swinging — not at an enemy we can see, but at the weight of everything pressing against our spirit. We argue, defend, and fight with all our strength… only to end up exhausted, drained, and wondering why we feel so heavy.

The truth is — not every battle is ours to fight. Some battles belong entirely to God.

When we take on fights He never assigned us to, we trade peace for frustration. We start trying to prove, fix, and control things that were never in our hands to begin with. We wrestle with people to be understood, situations to go our way, outcomes to match our plans. And in the end, we’re left tired — not because we’re weak, but because we’re fighting on the wrong battlefield.

God never called you to exhaustion; He called you to trust.

He never asked you to carry it all; He asked you to lay it down.

Sometimes the greatest show of strength is in walking away — not out of defeat, but out of obedience. Because when you stop swinging at shadows, God can finally step in and fight for you.

You’ll know it’s not your battle when peace leaves and confusion enters.

You’ll know it’s not your fight when prayer turns into panic and faith turns into frustration.

That’s when it’s time to surrender — not to the situation, but to the One who already won.

“The Lord will fight for you; you need only to be still.” – Exodus 14:14

So today, breathe. Put the sword down.

The battle you’ve been swinging at might not be yours to win.

But it is His to conquer — perfectly, completely, and in His own time.

✨ Let peace be your proof that you’re standing in the right place.

Look out for you. Your cup has been empty way too long

“Single, Married, Divorced — Look Out for Yourself”

Sometimes life just doesn’t slow down. Whether you’re single, married, or divorced, it feels like the world keeps taking pieces of you — your time, your energy, your heart. You keep showing up, you keep pushing through, you keep giving… and somehow, you forget about you.

You take care of everyone else. You make sure the house is fine, the work gets done, the kids are okay, your partner is happy — but when last did you stop and ask, “Am I okay?”

The truth is, you need time out. You deserve it.

Go on that ladies’ camp.

Book that quiet weekend away.

Buy yourself that thing you’ve been putting off because you thought it wasn’t necessary.

It is necessary — because you are necessary.

You’ve been working hard.

You’ve been showing up on days when your heart was heavy.

You’ve smiled through pain, kept faith through fear, and carried others while silently trying to hold yourself together. That takes strength. But even the strongest woman needs rest, joy, and something that’s just hers.

I know how it feels to pour so much into others that you forget what it feels like to be full yourself. I know what it’s like to sit quietly at night and wonder if anyone truly sees how much you do. But God sees it. He sees you.

Even Jesus, in the midst of all His miracles and ministry, took time to rest — to step away from the crowd and just be.

Luke 5:16 says, “But Jesus often withdrew to lonely places and prayed.”

If He needed that, so do you.

So, this is your reminder, my dear sister:

💖 Take the break.

💖 Go to that camp.

💖 Buy the dress, the shoes, or the perfume.

💖 Sit in silence with your coffee and let the world wait.

You’ve earned it. You deserve it.

Whether you are single and figuring things out, married and managing it all, or divorced and rediscovering yourself — this is your moment to choose you again.

Because the truth is, you can’t pour from an empty cup.

Fill yours first.

Scripture Reminder:

“Come to Me, all you who labor and are heavy laden, and I will give you rest.” — Matthew 11:28 🌿

Planted with Purpose

When the Beginning Feels Heavy

Being the founder of LMB BRANDS Body and Beauty Products isn’t easy. Some days, it feels like I’m walking through fog — trying to hold on to the vision that only I can see. It’s still very early days, and yes, business is slow. Orders come in here and there, and I pour so much of myself into every product, every label, every idea — hoping it reaches the right hands, the right hearts.

There are moments when doubt creeps in quietly — moments when I wonder, “Is this really going to work?” But then I remember why I started. I remember the late nights mixing oils, testing scents, designing packaging, praying over every jar and bottle — believing that this is more than just a business. It’s a piece of purpose.

The truth is, building something from nothing takes time. It takes courage to show up even when no one’s clapping yet. It takes faith to keep creating when you can’t yet see the full harvest of your effort. But I remind myself daily — slow growth is still growth. Every customer who loves their bath soak, every message of encouragement, every repeat order… it all matters.

I’m learning that success isn’t just in the numbers — it’s in the persistence, the patience, and the belief that what I’m doing is worth it. There’s beauty in the struggle, because it’s shaping me into someone stronger, more grounded, and more grateful.

So no, I won’t quit.

I’ll keep pouring, praying, and pressing forward — because LMB BRANDS was planted with purpose.

Reminder

“Do not despise these small beginnings, for the Lord rejoices to see the work begin.”

— Zechariah 4:10

You will live

Buried to Grow

There are moments in life when you feel hidden.

You’ve prayed, you’ve waited, and still… nothing seems to move. It feels like life has buried you — under responsibilities, disappointments, or the quiet ache of unanswered prayers.

But lately, I’ve come to understand something beautiful:

I’m not buried to die… I’m buried to grow. 🌱

When a seed is planted, it’s covered in darkness. It’s pressed into the soil, unseen, and left alone for a while. But beneath the surface, something sacred is happening. That seed is breaking open so it can become what it was meant to be.

Maybe that’s where you are right now — in the breaking, in the becoming.

And it’s okay. Growth often begins in the quiet, hidden places.

God hasn’t forgotten you.

He’s working in the soil of your life, even when you can’t see it.

> “For I know the plans I have for you,” declares the Lord,

“plans to prosper you and not to harm you, plans to give you a hope and a future.”

— Jeremiah 29:11 🌿

You may feel unseen, but you are planted with purpose.

Every tear, every waiting moment, every closed door — it’s preparing you for what’s ahead.

Sometimes God covers you because the world isn’t ready for your bloom yet.

When it’s time, you’ll rise.

When it’s time, everything that tried to bury you will become the very ground that feeds your growth.

> “The Lord will perfect that which concerns me.”

— Psalm 138:8 💛

So while you’re waiting, keep believing.

Keep nurturing your faith.

Keep trusting that your roots are going deeper, your strength is being renewed, and your breakthrough is on its way.

You may feel buried right now — but in God’s timing, you’ll bloom into everything He promised you’d be.

Reminder

“To everything there is a season, and a time to every purpose under heaven.”

— Ecclesiastes 3:1 🌷

Seasons and Reason

Know When It’s Time

There comes a point in life when holding on hurts more than letting go.

When peace whispers louder than the noise you’ve been trying to fix.

When your spirit gently nudges you and says, “It’s time.”

Not every person, place, or situation is meant to stay forever. Some things — and some people — are meant to be lessons, not lifetimes. They come for a reason, they serve a season, and when their purpose is fulfilled, it’s okay to release them.

We often struggle with that truth because our hearts want to hold on. We remember the good moments, the laughter, the dreams we built in our minds. But seasons change, and so do people. Sometimes God closes a door not because He’s punishing you, but because He’s protecting you — from what can no longer grow you.

There’s wisdom in knowing when it’s time:

To stop explaining yourself to people who never listen.

To stop fighting battles that steal your peace.

To stop watering relationships that no longer bear fruit.

To stop returning to places your soul has outgrown.

Change can feel lonely, but it’s often where your growth begins. Don’t fear the ending — embrace it as the space where something new can start.

So if you’ve been feeling that quiet tug in your heart, that uneasy knowing… maybe it’s time.

Time to let go.

Time to move forward.

Time to trust that what’s ahead will be better than what’s behind.

Thought

“To everything there is a season, and a time for every purpose under heaven.”

— Ecclesiastes 3:1 🌷

The Silent Battles

💼 Bullies in the Workplace: The Silent Battle Many Face

Not all bullies wear school uniforms — some wear suits, heels, and hold titles. Workplace bullying is one of the most overlooked forms of emotional and mental abuse. It’s subtle, professional-looking on the surface, but deeply destructive underneath.

In every season of life, we encounter different kinds of people — some who inspire us to rise higher, and others who test our peace. But few experiences cut as deeply as facing bullies in the workplace.

They don’t always shout or show aggression. Sometimes they operate quietly — through exclusion, gossip, unfair treatment, or subtle words meant to belittle your light. They may wear confidence as a mask, but behind that façade often lies deep insecurity and fear of those who truly carry grace, excellence, and purpose.

If you’ve ever faced this, breathe. You are not weak for feeling wounded — you are simply human. What matters most is that you don’t let their bitterness dim your brilliance. You were not placed where you are by mistake. The anointing on your life carries weight — and sometimes, that light provokes darkness.

Bullies may rise for a moment, but they cannot undo what God has ordained. Your role is not to match their energy but to protect your peace. Walk with quiet confidence. Keep your standards high, your spirit gentle, and your focus clear.

Because grace will always outlast gossip. And peace will always silence pride.

Hold your head up — you are covered, chosen, and destined for more.

✨ Thought:

“The Lord will fight for you; you need only to be still.”

— Exodus 14:14

Your Legal Right

The Anointing Makes It Legal 🌿

There are moments in life when you can sense that something greater than you is at work — doors open that should have stayed closed, favor finds you where effort failed, and peace settles where confusion once ruled. That’s not luck or coincidence. That’s the anointing.

The anointing is Heaven’s seal of approval — God’s divine authorization that sets you apart for His purpose. When you are anointed, you are not just talented, you are appointed. You are not just capable, you are covered. The anointing takes what you can do in the natural and adds the supernatural, making what once seemed impossible fully legal in the spiritual realm.

It’s like a divine signature that says, “This one belongs to Me.” You don’t have to fight for recognition or validation when you are anointed. The oil of God on your life speaks louder than your résumé, louder than your critics, and louder than your past.

That’s why some people may try to imitate your gift but can’t reproduce your grace. The anointing cannot be copied — it is bestowed. It makes your assignment legitimate in Heaven’s courtroom, confirming that your steps are ordered and your purpose is protected.

So, if you’ve been wondering why some things seem to align effortlessly once you surrender them to God, it’s because the anointing makes it legal.

You don’t have to prove what God has already approved. Just keep walking in the oil, trusting that where He has placed His hand, no man can remove His promise.

✨Thought:

“But you have an anointing from the Holy One, and all of you know the truth.”

— 1 John 2:20 

Mommy Knows

💔 When You See Your Son’s Heart Is Broken

There are few things harder for a parent than seeing your child in pain — especially when it’s the kind of pain you can’t fix with a bandage or a gentle word.

When you see your son’s heart is broken, something inside you aches in ways words can’t describe.

You raised him to be strong, kind, and open — but no one prepares you for the moment life tests those lessons. You can’t shield him from heartbreak. You can’t take the sadness for him. You can only stand by, quietly watching as he learns the tender truth that love sometimes hurts.

The Silent Strength of a Mother’s Heart

A mother’s instinct is to protect — to hold him close and remind him that this, too, will pass.

But heartbreak isn’t something you can rush.

It’s something he has to feel to heal.

So instead, you offer the soft kind of comfort: presence.

You make space for his silence, his frustration, his tears. You remind him that feeling deeply isn’t weakness — it’s proof of his capacity to love sincerely.

And in that moment, you realize that this is what growing into manhood looks like — not hiding emotion, but honoring it.

What You Wish He Knew

You wish he knew that broken hearts don’t stay broken forever.

That the pain he feels now will one day become wisdom.

That the same heart that’s hurting will also laugh again, dream again, and trust again.

You wish he knew that love doesn’t always end in forever — but every love shapes us, prepares us, softens us, and strengthens us.

And maybe the hardest truth of all — you can’t protect him from heartbreak, but you can teach him how to heal with grace.

The Beauty of Becoming

One day, you’ll see the light come back into his eyes.

He’ll smile again — slower, steadier, wiser.

And you’ll realize that heartbreak didn’t destroy him. It grew him.

Because sometimes the only way to understand love is to survive its loss.

And as his mother, you’ll know that while you couldn’t stop his heart from breaking, your love quietly helped it mend.

✨ Quiet Luxury. Pure Intent. Endless Love.

Thought

“He heals the brokenhearted and binds up their wounds.”

— Psalm 147:3

Breaking Point

💔 When Trust Falls Apart in Romance

Trust is the quiet heartbeat of every relationship.

It’s the invisible thread that holds love together — fragile, unseen, but powerful enough to make two hearts feel safe in each other’s presence.

Until one day, that thread begins to fray.

When trust falls apart in romance, it rarely breaks all at once.

It starts in small ways — with half-truths, missed calls, silent changes in tone.

A shift in energy you can’t quite explain, but you feel it deep down.

And suddenly, something that once felt so certain becomes clouded with questions.

The Quiet Breaking Point

Trust isn’t just about faithfulness — it’s about honesty, consistency, and emotional safety.

It’s knowing that your heart is handled with care, even when you’re not watching.

So when that foundation cracks, it’s not only the relationship that hurts — it’s your sense of self within it.

You begin to wonder if you imagined the connection, if the love was ever mutual, or if you ignored the red flags because hope felt easier than truth.

And that’s the hardest part — realizing that the person who once made you feel secure is the same one who made you doubt everything.

Choosing Healing Over Bitterness

When trust is broken, it’s tempting to become guarded — to promise yourself you’ll never love that deeply again.

But healing doesn’t mean hardening.

It means learning to rebuild boundaries with wisdom, not walls made of fear.

It’s okay to grieve what was lost.

It’s okay to take your time.

And it’s okay to walk away from what no longer honors your heart.

Because trust, once shattered, doesn’t always return to what it was — but you can.

You can return to yourself, your peace, your strength, and the love that starts from within.

The Quiet Rebirth

When trust falls apart, it teaches us clarity.

It shows us what kind of love we truly need — not one that demands our silence, but one that nurtures our soul.

The breaking is painful, yes, but it’s also an invitation — to rebuild with purpose, to love with discernment, and to never lose yourself while loving another.

Remember, the end of trust isn’t the end of love — it’s often the beginning of self-respect.

Thought 

“The Lord is close to the brokenhearted and saves those who are crushed in spirit.”

— Psalm 34:18

✨ Quiet Luxury. Pure Intent. Honest Hearts.

Quiet Confidence

Your Progress Is Not Based on What They Say

People will always have something to say.

About what you’re doing, how you’re doing it, and whether they think you’re doing “enough.”

But here’s the truth — your progress is not defined by their opinions.

We live in a world that celebrates loud success and overlooks the quiet, steady growth that happens behind the scenes. It’s easy to start doubting yourself when others can’t see your vision or measure your effort in ways they understand. But not everyone is meant to see what you’re building — especially when it’s still taking shape.

Progress doesn’t always look like applause or instant results. Sometimes it’s just you showing up every day, doing the small things no one notices. It’s healing privately. It’s working on your mindset. It’s choosing peace over proving yourself. It’s letting your growth speak in time, not in noise.

Remember — people can only view your journey through the limits of their own understanding. What they say often has more to do with their perspective than your reality. So, release the need for validation. Let your effort and consistency be your proof.

You owe no one an explanation for your pace.

You’re allowed to move quietly, evolve privately, and still be proud of how far you’ve come.

Because progress is not about public approval — it’s about personal alignment.

Keep going. Keep building.

You are not behind, and you are not invisible.

You’re simply becoming, at your own divine speed.

Thought

“Let us not become weary in doing good, for at the proper time we will reap a harvest if we do not give up.”

— Galatians 6:9

✨ Quiet Luxury. Pure Intent. Unapologetic Growth.

Now is a good time

Never Too Old

We live in a world that often celebrates youth — the fresh beginnings, the early starts, the “should-have-done-it-by-now” timelines. But life doesn’t run on a clock, and dreams don’t come with an expiry date.

You are never too old to start again.

Never too old to reinvent yourself.

Never too old to heal, to learn, to explore, or to chase the version of yourself you’ve always wanted to meet.

The truth is, God’s timing is never late. What may feel like delay is often divine preparation. The Bible is filled with stories of people who began their greatest journeys long after others might have given up — Abraham became a father at a hundred, Moses began his calling at eighty, and Sarah laughed when God told her she would still give birth. Each of them proved that when God has a plan for your life, age doesn’t disqualify you — it equips you with wisdom, patience, and strength.

There’s something powerful about growing older with faith. You begin to see how every season — even the slow ones — carries purpose. Age brings clarity, and faith turns that clarity into peace. It’s in those moments that God whispers, “I’m not finished with you yet.”

So don’t hold back because of time. Don’t shrink because of fear. Start the project. Step into the calling. Believe again. You are not behind; you are right on schedule for what God is doing in your life.

Because it’s true — you are never too old to become who you were meant to be. And with God, you are always right on time.

Thought

📖 “He makes all things beautiful in its time.” — Ecclesiastes 3:11

✨ Quiet Luxury. Pure Intent. Faithful Becoming.

TRUST

When Trust Falls Apart

There’s a kind of heartbreak that doesn’t come from romance — it comes from friendship.

The kind that catches you off guard, because you never thought you’d need to protect your heart from someone you called friend.

I’ve always believed that real friendship was built on honesty, loyalty, and good intentions. I trusted freely, maybe too freely, thinking that what I gave would always be returned with the same sincerity. But I learned — sometimes painfully — that not everyone holds the same definition of trust.

It wasn’t one big betrayal that broke it. It was small moments — words shared behind my back, loyalty that wavered when things got inconvenient, silence when I needed support the most. I kept excusing it, convincing myself I was overreacting. I wanted to believe in the best version of them, not the version that kept showing up.

And when the truth finally unfolded, I realized it wasn’t about revenge or bitterness — it was about acceptance.

Acceptance that people can disappoint you, even when you’ve done nothing but show up for them. Acceptance that trust, once broken, rarely returns in the same shape. And acceptance that walking away doesn’t mean you’ve lost — it means you’ve chosen peace over pretense.

I still believe in friendship. I still believe in good hearts. But now, I understand the importance of boundaries — of protecting my peace and giving my trust to those who earn it, not just those who ask for it.

Sometimes losing a friend isn’t really a loss — it’s time/life clearing space for something truer, deeper, and more aligned with who you’re becoming.

 isn’t selfish — it’s necessary. It shows us that not everyone is meant to walk the full journey with us, and that’s okay.

Misplaced trust may sting, but it also sharpens our intuition. It helps us recognize the ones who do deserve a place in our lives — those who show up with consistency, honesty, and care.

So if you’ve ever trusted the wrong person, don’t see it as weakness. See it as proof that you have a heart willing to believe. And that’s something the world needs more of — just a little wiser next time.

Thought

Strong & Empowering

Not every friend deserves access to your heart.

Protect your peace. Keep your softness — but guard it with wisdom.

✨ Quiet Luxury. Pure Intent. Real Lessons.

Feel Every Moment

I'm literally sitting here laughing about everything that happened this year. At one point life seems perfect, I'm having the best time of my life, and the next it felt like I was loosing my mind. Please tell me you the reader has never been at this point, and if not, please share your secret?
Anyway!!
But what I've realized is when you're having the best time time of your life, enjoy it. Stay in that moment so you can look back and smile 😃 because IT WAS GOOD!

This loosing your mind shit is the tricky part. It can be downright confusing. Because how can things switch from being so good and amazing to doom and gloom, just go through without looking for any kind of short cut.
My darling, no physical thing is permanent. All things good or bad comes to an end, and that will always be the hope that I cling to. The Hope that does not disappoint. Romans 5:5
Because of this HOPE, I'm still standing.
So to sum it all up. I will have the mos amazing fun time when that moment arrives and I will go through the motions and feel every aching moment when it feels like I'm loosing my mind.
With that being said....

This year has been the perfect blend of me LOOSING MY MIND & and me having the BEST TIME OF MY LIFE!