When the Outside Is Raising the Children: A Generational Wake-Up Call

Disclaimer:
This post is not a judgment, nor is it directed at families with children who have disabilities or medical needs. It is a general observation rooted in lived experiences and generational reflection.

It’s heartbreaking to see so many of our youth wrapped up in crime, caught in chaos, and spiraling without direction. People are quick to blame bad parenting, and yes, sometimes that may be the case. But there is also a myriad of other contributing factors.

When we pay attention to how people move, what choices they make, and the fruit those choices bear, we learn that some lessons don’t have to be lived to be learned. Both failures and successes are teachers in life.

Parenting doesn’t start when school starts.
It begins in the preparation before giving birth, bringing them home—with both parents (whether under one roof or two) doing the work to mold and shape that child into someone prepared for life beyond the front door.

I was raised in a time when:

  • Children were protected and prepared at home.
  • We were not allowed to see or hear everything.
  • Values were shared among neighbors, regardless of income.
  • Discipline wasn’t abuse; it was correction done in love.

But today… the outside is raising the children.

You see it everywhere, in poverty-stricken communities as well as wealthy communities. You can buy a child everything and still raise someone who feels unheard, unseen, and unloved. Time, attention, and example can’t be bought.

During the Baby Boomer years (and I can only speak from the years I’ve lived), a man’s word and a handshake were his bond. That’s because he was known for his character.

We grew up in communities where families lived close to one another and looked out for each other’s well-being. That village watched over the children, even when we thought we were alone.

I was a latchkey child at just six years old. Though I came home to an empty house, I was never truly alone. Our next-door neighbor kept an eye on me like one of her own until a family member arrived.

We were taught:

  • To be responsible.
  • To have integrity.
  • To respect authority.
  • And to honor God.

Does that mean we were perfect? Absolutely not. But the Word says, Train up a child in the way they should go, and when they are old, they will not depart from it.

That training comes through example, listening, and conversation.

To those in church leadership sitting comfortably under teaching that lacks both accountability and love, you know God is not pleased. Your walk must match the talk. The Word may be preached, but the fruit of the Spirit is missing. Instead of drawing people closer, many of you have become obstacles to the very soul you claim to be called to reach.

We can’t save the world alone. But we can each look at what’s in our own house. We can teach. We can model. We can pray. Because many of these children out here acting out… Are just crying out by any means necessary. Without children there is no future.

🕊️ Every Life Matters: Hold On, Help Is Closer Than You Think

A few days ago, I heard about someone who was suffering from depression and took their own life. This is such a 💔💔💔 tragedy.

Today’s post serves as a reminder that just because a person looks like they are OK doesn’t mean that they are,  they could be hanging on to a thin line.

Silence can sometimes be dangerous. There is no shame in needing help. There is no weakness in saying “I’m not OK.”  Acknowledge the weight and reach for the light, knowing that you are not a burden. You are not invisible. You still have purpose in your breath, existence, and your story. Help is always available.

📞 24/7 Support & Social Services

988 Suicide & Crisis Lifeline (Nationwide)
☎️ Dial 988 (Call or Text)
🌐 https://988lifeline.org
For anyone in emotional distress or suicidal crisis. Confidential. Free. Available 24/7.

National Alliance on Mental Illness (NAMI Helpline)
📞 1-800-950-NAMI (6264)
📧 helpline@nami.org
Provides resources and emotional support for individuals and families navigating mental illness.

United Way’s 211 Assistance Line
☎️ Dial 211 (Available in most areas across the U.S.)
🌐 https://www.211.org
Offers connections to local support for housing, food, mental health, financial aid, and more.

SAMHSA (Substance Abuse and Mental Health Services Administration)
📞 1-800-662-HELP (4357)
🌐 https://www.samhsa.gov/find-help/national-helpline
Free and confidential support for people facing substance use and mental health challenges.

Disclaimer:
This post is intended for awareness, encouragement, and informational purposes only. It does not serve as a substitute for professional mental health care or medical advice. If you or someone you know is struggling emotionally, please seek help from a qualified professional or call a support line listed above.

🪑🌬️🌿Chill Spots and Check-ins: Aligning with the Things of God🪑🌬️🌿

Sometimes, alignment doesn’t show up in a loud worship song or a perfectly planned day. Sometimes, it finds you in the stillness of a shaded backyard, with a light breeze dancing across your face and a fan humming nearby. That’s where I found myself today, not just physically, but spiritually realigned.

Earlier during church service, the Pastor reminded us to focus on the things of God. I know that there is always room for me to do better, I can do better, and I should be better. I may even be falling short in ways that I can’t readily see.

Me falling short isn’t because I lack knowledge. I know what to do. I know Who I belong to. I know what He asks of me. That doesn’t mean I never miss the mark, it means I’m constantly checking myself, so I don’t stray away from the truth.

That’s the real meaning of aligning with “the things of God.”

It’s not perfection

It’s not performance.

It’s presence.

It’s posture.

It’s peace.

The things of God are spiritual: love, joy, peace, patience, kindness, goodness, faithfulness, gentleness, self-control (Galatians 5:22–23). They are the unseen disciplines: prayer, service, compassion, surrender. They are the quiet moments where we don’t need to say a word, but we feel God reminding us: You’re seen. You’re still mine.

So, I didn’t sit in the house all day today. I came out to my little backyard sanctuary “AKA” The Chill Spot. It’s hot outside, but under the shade, with the fan. Reminding myself that sometimes this is enough:

Just sitting still.

Just listening.

Just checking in.

Because alignment is an open heart and a teachable spirit.
Don’t confuse self-awareness with failure. Keep showing up. Keep listening. Keep creating those quiet moments. That’s how we stay aligned with the things of God, one check-in at a time.

#KBBB #2CTA
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Disclaimer:
This blog post reflects a personal moment of reflection and spiritual growth. While rooted in Christian beliefs and scripture, it is not meant to serve as doctrine or religious instruction. Every person’s walk with God is unique. Readers are encouraged to seek their own relationship with God through prayer, study, and wise counsel.

When Rest Doesn’t Follow the Rules

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They say you need 8 to 10 hours of sleep every night. Doctors, articles, wellness apps, like it’s universal truth.

But let’s be honest… who’s really sleeping 8 to 10 hours a day other than babies, toddlers, and folks with nothing else to do? 🤣🤣🤣 Certainly not me.

And for years, they (doctors) tried to make me think something was wrong with me sleeping 4.5 to 5 hours a day.

 I was prescribed sleeping pills to “fix” what they called insomnia. I was like, OK, doctor knows best. So, I took the pills. Yes, I went to sleep, but I still only slept the same number of hours. And the only time I have slept longer is if I was on pain medication. This was even after they increased my dosages on three separate occasions.

I finally declined the next dosage increase, and told my doctor: “If I’m awake, God must want me to be.”  I haven’t taken a sleep aid since, that was over 20 years ago.

I do not claim insomnia. Because I have come to understand that what I experience isn’t dysfunction, it’s design as this is how God built me. Honestly, I’ve been this way long before adulthood hit full speed.

If I fall asleep late in the afternoon or evening, it’s usually after a physically demanding morning, my body’s way of clocking out for a quick reset. But most days if I’m up… I’m just up. Instead of fighting it, I’ve learned to move with it.

I make the most of every waking moment; rest doesn’t always have to look like 8 hours of uninterrupted sleep.

Sometimes rest is:

  • Peace of mind
  • Sitting in one of my many chill spots
  • Quiet thoughts with a cup of whatever I’m in the mood for
  • Saying “no” to the pressure of performing

So no, I don’t chase sleep.  I chase alignment. I chase clarity. And I walk in purpose, even when the world says I should be asleep.

Because rest is more than sleep. And purpose… doesn’t always clock out.

So here I am, fully awake, fully aligned, and fully me. Not broken. Not tired. Just built this way.

⚠️ Disclaimer:

This is my experience — not medical advice.
I’m not anti-sleep or anti-doctor — I’m pro-knowing yourself and honoring what works for your body. If you need help sleeping, please see a licensed professional. Don’t send me inbox messages about REM cycles and melatonin dosages. 🤣💛

#GodBuiltMeLikeThis
#RestRedefined
#4HoursAndPurpose
#2CTAInRealTime
💛🛏️🧠✨

🎉 Laughter Really Is Good for the Soul 💛

Inspired by Proverbs 17:22 (KJV)

“A merry heart doeth good like a medicine: but a broken spirit drieth the bones.”

There’s something sacred about laughter, not just the cute little chuckle, but that deep down, full-body, tear-streaming, leg-slapping, “I can’t breathe” kind of laughter.


You know, the kind that shifts your spirit and makes you forget for just a moment everything that was weighing you down.

The Word already told us:

“A merry heart doeth good like a medicine…”
And listen, that verse isn’t just poetic, it’s truth.


Sometimes, laughter is the medicine.
Not to erase the pain, but to loosen the grip it has on your heart.

I’ve had days that were heavy.
Tears falling, emotions raw, life life-ing all over the place.
But even in those moments, I’ve found myself laughing.
Laughing at the chaos.
Laughing at myself.
Laughing with others.
And every time, I felt just a little lighter, with whispers of joy and continued life.

Not every moment is funny.  Some days I  don’t feel like laughing at all.
But when the opportunity comes, I’m always here for it. 

So today, laugh until your wig shifts, your knees buckle, your eyes water, your belly aches, and your soul exhales.
Let your merry heart medicate you right through the madness.

🎶 “Get a little laughter in your life…” 🎤 😄
God gave us many tools to survive and Laughter is one of them.

#AMerryHeart #HealingThroughLaughter #GetYouSomeJoy #MemphisVibes #2ndChancetoAdvance

Building Things That Last

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There’s something about feeling good about your decisions that feels… freeing.
Not perfect. Not flawless. But freeing.
Like, “I know what I chose, and I stand by it.”

Last night, while sitting in the garage, listening to a little Macy Gray and the rain, I found myself once again reflecting on all things life, growth, and next steps.

Understanding the importance of not missing or skipping steps because when we do, the foundation of life becomes unstable.

When we try to skip ahead emotionally, spiritually, professionally, or even in healing it shows.  The cracks always come.

But when we slow down…
When we take the time to properly identify the next step…
We’re not just moving forward we’re building something that can hold us, even when life tries to shake it.

That’s what I’m working on.

Not just moving… but moving with purpose.
Not just deciding… but deciding with peace.

Sometimes peace doesn’t come from the outcome.
It comes from knowing that you were true to yourself in the process.

So, wherever you are today rushed, stuck, rebuilding, or thriving, just know that your next step doesn’t have to be loud or public.

It just has to be solid.  And if you feel good about it, that’s a sign you’re on the right track.

Stay grounded.
Stay present.
Trust the process step by step.

🔹 Disclaimer:
This blog post reflects my personal thoughts, reflections, and life experiences. I am not a licensed therapist, counselor, or spiritual advisor. The insights shared are meant to encourage self-reflection and personal growth, not to serve as professional advice. Everyone’s journey is different, please do what’s best for you and seek professional guidance when needed.

“Life Is a Movement, not a Marathon”

Sometimes we wake up thinking we need to conquer the world by nightfall. We place impossible pressure on ourselves to go harder, faster, and longer, like we’re in some kind of race. But life? Life is not a marathon. It’s a movement.

A movement is about progress, not perfection. It’s about being in rhythm with your reality, not pushing past your limits to meet someone else’s finish line.

You can move forward with grace, with intention, with pause, and with purpose. Some days that movement looks like deep cleaning the house. Other days, it looks like choosing rest, stillness, or even just survival. Either way, it still counts. You still count.

A movement doesn’t mean nonstop motion.
It means consistent direction.
It means showing up, even if all you can do is inch forward.
It means honoring your body, your mind, your needs, and your journey.

So, if you’re tired, rest.
If you’re overwhelmed, regroup.
But if you’ve got just a little in you today? Use it.
Walk it out. Write it out. Stretch it out. Breathe it out.

This life is not a test of endurance.
It’s a lesson in alignment and as long as you’re still moving, you’re still growing.

Remember, life is a movement not a marathon. So don’t burn yourself out trying to run a race you were never meant to sprint.

#MovementNotMarathon #GraceOverGrind #PurposeInPace #KeepOnPushin #KnowBetterBeBetter #2ndChanceToAdvance #StillMovingStillGrowing #FaithFocusForward

💬 Disclaimer:
This post reflects my personal perspective and life journey. I am not a licensed therapist or medical professional. I’m just someone who’s lived, learned, and leaned on faith. If the message doesn’t apply to you, feel free to keep it scrolling—but for those who needed this word today… I see you. 💛

When the Church Stops Feeling Sacred…

I was scrolling through Facebook and stumbled across a reel of two people fighting in the middle of a church service. In God’s house 🙁😒🥹.

It reminded me of a time, years ago, when I sat in a church service where a physical altercation broke out right in front of me. It was wild then, and it’s still wild now.

After seeing and hearing so many negative activities surrounding so many of the churches leave me asking: Why doesn’t the church feel sacred anymore?


Welp, God has not changed. But people? We have allowed pride, performance, politics, and personal agendas to creep into the spaces once reserved for healing and worship.

Today, in too many churches:

  • There is more judgment than love.
  • There is more gossip than grace.
  • There is more performance than presence.

Some pastors are untouchable, and many pulpits are platforms for control. The pews are filled with people who forgot they, too, are sinners saved by grace.

It is disappointing and heartbreaking. And for those who have been wounded in church, it can feel like betrayal.


I’m here to tell you don’t give up on God because of what man mishandled (inside and outside of the church).

There are still churches where the Spirit of God is alive. There are still people walking in truth and love. And more importantly…

We can be the sacred space.
We can walk in truth.
We can better live the faith we claim.


Be Better. Not Bitter.

This is not about finger-pointing…it’s a call to self-check. Because whether you’re in the pulpit, the pew, or the parking lot…

✅ You can choose integrity.
✅ You can lead with grace.
✅ You can show up differently than what you’ve experienced.

Let us all just be better. For real. In public, in private, and especially in places where people come searching for hope.


🔒 Disclaimer:

This post is not an attack on any specific church, pastor, or congregation. It’s a reflection on real experiences and heartfelt encouragement for us all to grow, heal, and be better as individuals and communities of faith. If the shoes don’t fit, don’t wear them. If it does, walk that thing out with humility and change.


#BeBetterNotBitter #FaithNotFlesh #2ndChanceToAdvance #HealingNotHarming
#TheChurchStillMatters #LetGodLead #ChurchCheck #LiveWhatYouPreach

There is Power in the Mantle

I woke up this morning around 0230 hrs. CST, disoriented but well-rested, so I lay there in silence, caught between my thoughts and my dreams, reflecting on things that pop into my mind from time to time.

This time, it was that old saying we have often heard and/or experienced “Things haven’t been the same since Grandma died…”  I have heard it repeatedly over the years, on social media, in conversations and in the atmosphere. 💔 The truth of the matter is, her being gone is not the root of the problem.
💔 Her mantle was either dropped or worse, thrown away.

Without the mantle, the foundation for many disappeared.

What’s inside of the mantle?
Prayer Warriors.
Wisdom.
Discipline wrapped in love.
The glue that holds so much together.

Where is your mantle? It contains cultural, generational and spiritual powers.

👣 Teach your children.
👣 Train your grandchildren.
👣 Pass down more than material things; pass down truth, strength, and testimony.

If your family is not in crisis from a forgotten mantle, reach out to someone whose family is, someone who “wants” help. Someone who is still searching for structure, identity, or faith.

The mantle belongs on the shoulders of those willing to walk in purpose.

Pick it up.
Wear it well.
Pass it on.

📌 Disclaimer:

This message is not about blame, it is about awareness, restoration, and generational healing. If this resonates with you, receive it in love💕💕💕

Let the Rain Fall… While I Gather My Thoughts

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Some mornings do not need a plan; they just need a pause and today is one of those days.

The kind where I wake up with my body still carrying the weight of recent days, but my spirit finally feeling a little more rested. The rain tapping gently against the window feels like nature’s way of telling me to just breathe… and listen.

I made my coffee. I pulled back the curtains. I sat still and allowed my mind to roam. Not just about today, but everything.

This year has already held so much; uplifting moments, unsettling moments, and some exhausting moments.  A lot has happened, a lot was said and unsaid, and a lot of people have been… well, you know, people. 😅🤣😂

Each day as I journey through life, I am choosing my peace over every battle.
Silence is strength, not weakness.  Everything does not deserve your energy.
Sometimes, letting things pass is the loudest statement you can make.

So here I sit, sipping this cup of coffee, still adjusting to a new laptop that wants a password like it is guarding state secrets 😂💻, and slowly reorganizing my life.
And my thoughts… well, they are flowing like this rain.

Through it all, even on the foggiest of mornings, I am still here, still learning and still growing and that is more than enough.

Let the rain fall.
Let the thoughts come.
I will manage what I can… and leave the rest with God. 💛

#KBBB #2CTA #MorningReflections #ChoosingPeace #EmotionalWellness
#FaithAndFocus #GrowthInProgress #JustBreathe