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A little over two years ago, I met a guy through social media who I swore was too good to be true. He was extremely nice, respectful, and not at all creepy or seemingly ill-intentioned; not to mention good-looking and in shape (sorry guys if that seems like a rare find – I know y’all are out there, lol). He sparked up casual conversation with me, and being myself, I instantly was like “What are his intentions? Who sent him? God, you testing me?”

Courting Series: Part 1 – "The Promise I Wasn't Ready For"

So, you’ve confessed, repented, completed the 12 steps, apologized, denied, bargained, accepted, etc. etc. etc. You’ve read the self help books, talked to your pastor, counselor, and those that you trust. You know that God’s word says He has forgiven you of all that you turn over to Him, the problem is that you just can’t forgive one person… yourself.

When God's forgiven you, but you can't forgive yourself…

When is it going to be my time?  I asked when I was little girl, and wanted to be moved up to the competitive gymnastics team like everyone else. I asked when I was in middle school, and everyone else was allowed to wear makeup but me. I asked when I graduated college, and everyone […]

When is it going to be MY time? The one piece of advice I wish someone would have told me.

Maybe you’ve heard the Napoleon Hill quote that says, “Strength and growth come only through continuous effort and struggle”. And while that quote rings true, it doesn’t take away from the fact that sometimes, the struggle can start to feel more like a complete standstill. Like you’re watching everyone around you blossom, but you’re still […]

3 Pieces of Advice for the One who feels “Stuck”

Exactly one year ago today I packed up my car, and left my little beach town, stepping out in faith as I uprooted and moved to Texas. I remember so vividly the day I heard God telling me it was time to move, though I didn’t know where at the time, or what I was […]

Uprooted: One Year Later

So you go to the conference, or the bible study, or the service, or the small group – and you finally decide to give your life to Christ. You prayed the prayer, you’re ready to turn from your old ways, and follow Jesus with your whole heart. There’s a fire burning inside of you that is unlike anything you’ve ever experienced. And this continues for a few months, or maybe even longer, but then, your past starts knocking…

When Enough Isn't Enough – To the One Who Has Backslid in Faith

We all know one. Hey, you might even be one. You know, the girls that are head over heels in love, telling the world they’ve finally found “the one”, with social media accounts full of cute candids and love quotes… and then all of a sudden, it’s over. No explanation, no more pictures, and probably […]

Confessions of a Relationship Jumper.

You’re closer to her than just about anyone. You have practically EVERYTHING in common. You confide in one another about things you wouldn’t dare tell another soul. You feel more like sisters than friends, and you’d do anything for her. She is your best friend. Or is she? When I was in high school, I […]

She's Your Best Friend….Or is she?

Do you remember your first love? I know that’s probably a rhetorical question, as moments and seasons like these are hard to forget. But what comes to your mind when you think about it? Do waves of nostalgia wash over you? Maybe sadness? Hurt? Maybe it’s all too fresh to face, or maybe you feel numb to it, like it was so long ago that it no longer bears true significance. You know, “the past is the past; move on”.

An Open Letter To My First Love: Thank You. 

Let me start off by telling you, I, like many other little boys and girls, had extravagant dreams of my future calling when I was little. I was going to be known throughout the nations; Johnna Nichelle, a famous singer… and actress, and model. I wanted to connect with anyone and everyone through my words, and through my music. I wrote songs, poetry, choreographed dances and skits, enrolled in drama summer camps, you name it. My best friend was my “manager”, another my choreographer and my mom was my video director. I was on my way.

Out of Your Comfort Zone, Into Your Calling