When I was probably around nine years old, I really wanted to go to my friend’s birthday party, and I asked my mom, but she told me no. I kept asking my mom why, and in my nine-year-old mind, she could not give me a good enough reason as to why I could not go to the party. See my parents are from Haiti, and they held a superstition that…
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Rebuilding on Purpose
I remember when I first moved to Atlanta and how God spoke to me from Haggai 1. I didn’t quite understand what he was trying to reveal to me at that time because I was too focused on me; thinking about how I could ‘hustle…
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A Few Words to Live by
This poem by Marianne Williamson has inspired me to be everything that I am meant to be. Fear is that thief that breaks into our lives to rob us of all that God has for us. It keeps us hidden, wrapped up in shame and…