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- God Handed Me the Keys!“For there is nothing hidden that will not be disclosed, and nothing concealed that will not be known or brought out into the open.” ~ Luke 8:17 For years, lies tried to rename me. Deceit tried to blind me.
- His Word. My Healing. His Glory. “He sent out His Word and healed them; He rescued them from the grave.” ~Psalms 107:20 (NIV) Inside this book are chapters soaked in truth.
- The Cover. The Reveal...“Let the redeemed of the Lord say so, whom he hath redeemed from the hand of the enemy” ~Psalm 107:2 There was a time when I thought the darkest parts of my story were meant to be hidden. The pain. The bondage.
- The Oil is Within You!“Those who sow with tears will reap with songs of joy. Those who go out weeping, carrying seed to sow, will return with songs of joy, carrying sheaves with them.”
- OH! What a Beautiful Mess.“Breaking Free wasn’t pretty. It was messy, holy, painful, and necessary. But it was mine - and it was worth it.” There are seasons when God doesn’t lead us around the fire — He walks us through it.
- SHE is Me!“Not by might nor by power, but by my Spirit, says the Lord Almighty. ~ Zechariah 4:6 There is a line from my heart that still trembles with truth: “ I didn’t break free because I was strong.
- Come to Me...There comes a moment when pretending becomes too heavy to carry. When the quiet bleeding of the soul can't be bandaged with busyness, smiles, or strength you no longer have.
- Go! And He said to them, “Go!”… ~Matthew 8:32 Shame, rejection, rage, bitterness, and misunderstanding lied to me for years. They told me I was unworthy. They told me brokenness could never be heard.
- The One Who God Saved. But now, this is what the Lord says…. “Do not fear, for I have redeemed you; I have summoned you by name; you are mine. ~Isaiah 43:1 There was a season when you answered to names God never gave you — Rejected. Neglected.
- A story now told. There are pages in our story we wish heaven would erase, chapters soaked in shame, decisions we outgrew, versions of ourselves we buried. I had one of these chapters… the kind I almost deleted.
- BAAAABBBYYYY… I AM LIVING PROOF.Praise be to the God and Father of Our Lord Jesus Christ, the Father of Compassion and the God of all comfort, who comforts us in all our troubles, so that we can comfort those in any trouble with the comfort we…
- The Lord delivers us ALL!There was a time when I believed my voice didn’t matter-shame trained me to whisper, pain convinced me to hide, and labels placed on me became a prison around my throat. Sound became a mask - only to hide behind.
- I am free.The righteous cry out, and the Lord hears them; he delivers them from all their troubles. ~Psalm 34:17 Freedom rose in me the moment God answered my cry. Shame tried to keep me quiet, but heaven refused my silence.
- I have a name. Chosen. Called. Set ApartShe rose because God did not give her fear — He gave her power. She walked free because grace rewrote her story. Chosen. Called. Set apart. Her past tried to bury her, but purpose pulled her into the light.
- I am radiant in His eyes...Those who look to Him are radiant; their faces are never covered with shame. Psalm 34:5 Shame tried to write my silence, but God rewrote my sound. His light hit my life, and every shadow lost its claim.
- Living ProofI stand as living proof that deliverance has a face — and today, it looks like mine. The woman I see now is the one God always intended: restored, risen, and walking in the fullness of a freedom hell can’t revoke.
- Grace...“When you go through deep waters, I will be with you. When you go through rivers of difficulty, you will not drown.
- But GodI survived what was thrown at me. I survived my poor choices, my emotional decisions, and the environment that tried to break me. Life happened. But life does not get to name me. Life called me broken.
- The Detour and The DestinyThere are moments in life when pain speaks louder than purpose, when disappointment writes stories that God never authored.
- Will I Ever Love Again? The Silent Hurt We Don’t Talk About — And the Revival God Still WritesDivorce is a quiet kind of death. Not the kind people gather around, bring casseroles for, or send sympathy cards about.