I Gave Birth to a Struggle Today ~ Written August 20, 2017 I gave birth to a struggle today, and left that baby at the firehouse! I...

“Like the Cheshire Cat, my moods shift, my heart wrestles with temptation, but prayer and faith anchor me. Real love exists, and I won’t settle for anything less.”

There comes a point when you realize you’re no longer steering your own life someone or something else is. Sometimes it’s fear, sometimes it’s comfort, sometimes it’s a slow, quiet surrender you didn’t even notice happening. But God didn’t create you to live on autopilot. This is your wake-up call to take back the wheel, rediscover what makes you feel enough, and walk in faith toward the life you’re meant to live. No more fake “ups” the real you is waiting. Today, stop waitin

The world will give you countless reasons to harden your heart betrayal, disappointment, fear. But God gives you one powerful reason to keep it open: His love. This is my reflection on guarding your heart, trusting His timing, and finding true strength in faith instead of control.

A soul deep reflection on healing, fear, and finding beauty in a broken world. This blog explores how to silence the mind, return to simplicity, and begin the sacred journey back to self.

There is power in being loved for who you really are raw, messy, vulnerable, intense. But even deeper power lives in learning when to walk away from the monsters wearing masks, the distractions disguised as pleasures, and the lies you believed about yourself. This is my journey through temptation, connection, sabotage, and soulful reconnection with my truth, with God, and with the person who stands beside me through every storm.

Love is messy, risky, and often terrifying but it’s also the most beautiful thing we’ll ever experience. This blog is a love letter to the moments when we say yes again, even after the pain. Because real love? It’s always worth it.

Marisa chose hot pink and purple two colors that perfectly reflect the love, growth, and strength she carries. As she navigates heartbreak and self-discovery at 18, I see her evolving into a woman of fierce loyalty, spiritual wisdom, and unconditional love. This is a tribute to her heart, her healing, and the beautiful meaning behind the colors she wears.

On the 4th of July, under the trees and moonlight, I watched someone I loved fade before my eyes. Years later, through pain, reflection, and a visit from the other side, I’ve learned that some stories aren’t meant to be closed. This is a letter to Victor the boy who saw me, loved me, and left too soon.