Faith Comes By Hearing

So I am currently at work, on lunch, listening to a sermon by Joel Olsteen that I downloaded almost three years ago when I was pregnant with Lauren. If I’m not mistaken, the sermon is called “It’s Not Over”.  It was one of those sermons that got me through everything. The first time I heard the sermon I didn’t know at the time how I would get through, but I did now that I would, and that I would live my life in victory. It gave me confidence and the comfort from God that I needed. He mentioned a few things that always stuck with me.

  1. God will give you beauty for your ashes.
  2. God is a God of Mercy, restoration and at times, vindication.
  3. Failure, defeat, or mediocrity will not be at the end of my story. It will end in me bruising the enemies head in my life, as described in Genesis.

While listening to this, I am reminded  of the importance of sowing seeds of the gospel, and how listening to that word will never allow me to forget about the promises that God has given me. I must admit, right now my life is good and quiet. I am mothering my child, finishing up my master’s, loving my boyfriend, family, friends and working in my field, and still praising God!. It’s funny because when I first heard this message I couldn’t imagine things being the way they are now. Weeping sure did endure for the night (ALL NIGHT), and JOY certainly did come in the morning. What a great reminder of God’s faithfulness!!!

I took these pictures on 5/29/2014 (Thank you google photos storage!) after listening to this message at Belle Isle Park in Detroit after work. I was about 6 or 7 months pregnant at the time. God told me that I would crush the enemies head and so would my daughter. He told me on that day, “it wouldn’t always be this way”. Amen… So I wrote a piece of the scripture in the sand  to represent me “writing it down and making that plain” and standing on that scripture. I accepted that word and continue to do so.

I encourage you all to listen to God’s word frequently so that in good times and bad times, you can go back to it and see your GROWTH and remember the promise.

I am proof that the blood still works!

I will never forget that day.

Much Love,


Black is Beautiful, Life, Uncategorized


I usually try to stay away from watching too much of the news because of all the negativity. I’m just at the point in my life where I want to be apart of  the positive and not be so fixated on all of the bad. Well, this past week I got news that two black men were shot and killed by police officers. For me this was very troubling, especially after I saw the footage of both killings. I felt so confused about everything that had happened. I was so hurt that both of these men had families, children and lives. It hurts me to not be so certain for the future of our country. So many questions were running through my mind. I am failing to see how those officers believed that much force was necessary. Why are other races so threatened by black men to the point that one move justifies killing them. I am a daughter to a black man, a sister to black men, an auntie to a black male toddler and a friend to many black males. At the end of the day I want each of them to be who they are without feeling like they have to walk on egg shells whenever they leave their homes

I am so tired of hearing all of these stupid justifications of why black men die at the hands of police. Black on black crime had nothing to with the officer deciding to pull the trigger, an absent father had nothing to do with the officer pulling the trigger, and dare I say that their previous record or lack of record had nothing to do with these officers killing these men. It hurts to see people of other races pull out these irrelevant facts to justify these shootings.

I definitely understand that it is not easy being a police officer. I can totally understand that these men and women put their lives on the line on a daily basis. What bothers me a lot is the lack of discretion and discernment that these officers have. I say this as a black woman who was born and raised in Detroit, I’ve never seen or heard of officers behaving in this way.

I’m still trying to process all of this in the most productive way possible. I’m thinking of ways that I can give back to my community and be apart of the change that I am wishing to see in my community. It’s so many layers to everything that is going on. I’m not sure where to start but something will change soon.

No matter what though, to God be the glory.

In faith,