Morning Quiet Time with Jesus Stop bringing what you see others do in their relationship with God into yours. The same way all natural relationships are different,  spiritual relationships are as well. What works with you and God isn't going to work in my relationship with Him. What we see others do and how they flow with God is different than how you flow with Him. Don't get upset that you aren't up bright eyed and bushy tail at 5:30 in the morning praying the heavens down. God wants you on the 10 pm watch. Don't feel weird that God speaks to you in un-traditional ways (through birds chirping or thunderstorms). Don't get frustrated that your passion and fervor doesn't come across like the next one. God designed us individually unique and that reflects in our individual relationships with Him. Blessings

This morning, while waiting for my son's school bus to arrive, I began taking my nail polish off.  I was only on the second nail and it seemed like 10 minutes had gone by.  The school bus arrived and off to school the Prince went.  As I continued removing the nail polish, I said out loud "wow this is taking longer than I thought to remove." God said, "that's just like sin". Me: "Sir?" God: "It's easy to sin because you were born in sin and shaped in iniquity.  But it's not easy to 'take sin off'.'  It's not just a quick 'say a prayer and I will forgive you'.  The same way you were determined to get ALL the nail polish off your nails, is the same way you have to be about removing ALL the sin in your life.  If you do a rush job, there's still a speck of polish here and there on your nails.  And many people are okay with that.  I'm not.  That's unacceptable to me.  You think it's okay because ...

This morning as I was having my QTWJ (quiet time with Jesus), I simply said, "Lord I love You". And as soon as I said it, I heard God gently say, "if you love me, keep my commands." (John 14:15).  All is could say was "yes my Lord." It was a gentle reminder to me, and to us all that love is an action word.  While it's nice to tell God how much we love Him, it's another thing to SHOW Him that we love Him.  We show that we love Him by being obedient.  We show Him we love Him by our service.  We show we love Him by feeding the hungry, clothing the naked, and sheltering the homeless.  We show we love Him by loving our fellow brothers and sisters in spite of what they do or say to us.  We show Him we love Him through our worship. God doesn't just want to HEAR our love for Him, He wants to SEE it!  The same way you show your spouse or your children or someone you care about how much you love them, God desires that too.  The same way you go...

The photo on the left (pink dress & hat) is of my very first fashion show in Baltimore, MD in 2000. Since I am only 5'6", I don't fit the requirements for a runway model, so I had to make sure I was skinny enough to be considered. The picture on the right was a fashion show for designer Crissy Phillips in Philadelphia in 2014 (I think). Every time I look at this picture, now, I can only just give thanks and praise that I was spared.  I did not end up a casualty of the disease that had me in bondage for so long. At the age of 24, I was barely 100 pounds.  But I didn't think that was a problem.  I was only focused on one thing: being thin!  If I would have even imaged myself as the picture on the right, I probably would have sacrificed all I had to get some kind of plastic surgery to prevent weight gain.  See, my left picture self looked at my right picture self as fat.  Although I am still small, compared to what I was, my thinking was I was fat. ...

Every morning when I wake up, I open my Morning Meditation playlist on YouTube and just sit.  I don't pray (yet) or do anything else.  I just sit. Do you know how hard it is to just be still?  It's one thing to be quiet.  But to be still takes a greater discipline.  Because in being still, you have to silence the "inner thoughts"  the "inner voices".  I'm the type of person, if I wake up in the middle of the night, I can NOT think about anything or I will be awake.  It can be the simplest thing.  Once my mind gets going, there's no turning it off. Even to go back to sleep for a few precious moments of snoozing. As I sit, usually on the bed, I focus on the music that I am listen to.  It's all instrumental.  No words, no even instrumentals of songs I know.  Just strings, flutes, and piano.  Anyone that knows me, knows I LOVE a good string driven song, especially if a Cello is involved. I don't talk to God (yet), I do...

Yes, you read that correct.  Having an eating disorder is an addiction.  For me, it started out as an addiction to be thin.   I mean I was obsessed. I would look at pictures of women in magazines and on TV and wish that I could be as thin as they were. I would put certain pictures on the wall as my goal!   Yea I covered it up by the fact that it was a model and I just liked the clothing that she was wearing or I liked the pose. I was a great master of disguise.   I was addicted to not eating I was addicted to binging I was addicted to purging I was addicted to diet pills I was addicted to the rush I was addicted to the control I was addicted to how I looked I was addicted to the attention  The many nights I stayed to myself not wanting to leave the house because hanging with friends meant eating food.... The many nights I wanted to hang out with friends because...... My thoughts were all over the place Sometimes I was up, someti...

Eating Disorder Testimony Please excuse the sound quality of this video.  This was the very first time I openly shared my story of my battle with Anorexia and Bulimia.  I connected with my sister Pamela with an organization called Girls Like Us via Myspace (I know ancient history) and she asked me to share my story at her event she was having.   I was so nervous.  I didn't know what to say or how to make it sound pretty. But all I needed to share was my truth from my heart.  It didn't matter how shaky my voice was.  It didn't matter how many times I said um.  All I know is that some young lady need to hear my story!  They needed to hear there was someone just like them.  Someone that understood.  Someone that "got it." The same way I shared with complete strangers that day, I'm sharing this with you in hopes that it gets shared with someone else.  Whether it's someone you know personally that is struggling wi...