This is my reminder. My why. My fuel. I was born for this.
I’m being called to rise—not harder, but stronger. This season is about walking boldly into my divine assignments: finishing my Master’s and earning my Doctorate from IMM, and building Still I Rise Ministries into the light haven it’s meant to be.
Everything I went through—how I was raised, losing my kids, losing everything—wasn’t meant to break me. It was meant to birth my purpose. That pain made me a healer. The storms made me a leader.
There’s an area Spirit is waking up in me—something I’ve been sleeping on. I feel it stirring. That divine nudge saying: “It’s time.”
My daily actions align with my mission, but I’ve let life distract me. I’ve let procrastination talk louder than purpose. That ends now.
I used to think being strong meant staying silent. But now, I set boundaries with love and fire. I speak my truth—not to be heard, but to stay whole.
I’m releasing the habit of being hard on myself. I don’t have to beat myself up to grow. Grace is the real strength I need to carry.
The legacy I’m building is rooted in both survival and healing. I’ve been through hell, but I chose to heal loud—and help others do the same.
Even when I feel like quitting, I remember: It’s not even an option. God kept me here for a reason, and I’m not about to fumble it.
Negative people and drama drain me, and I’m done giving my strength to what don’t serve me. Boundaries are sacred now—blessed and enforced.
If today was my last day, I’d say yes—I’ve done a lot. But there’s still more inside me. More light. More fight. More love. I ain’t done yet.