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Embracing the Spectrum: Our Family’s Journey with Autism

Dear God, Whatever You have for us, I know it is for us. Thank You for sitting high and looking low. Thank You for continually proving the doubters wrong and providing a peace that surpasses all understanding. Lord, I trust You. Amen. Most parents would agree: our children are our kryptonite. For me, there’s no faster way to get me amped up and out of character than messing with one of my babies. And yes, I said babies. My 19- and 20-year-olds, along with my six-foot-something 17-year-old, and my four year old terrorist, will always be my babies. That mother’s instinct, the one that clicks the moment you find out you’re pregnant, is life-changing. It shifts your entire world for the better, and I’m just so grateful that God chose me to be their mom. I could go on about motherhood for hours, but today I want to focus on my sweet 12-year-old son. Despite his autism diagnosis, he’s all boy—cracking jokes, eating like he has a bottomless pit for a stomach, and living life to the fullest. ...

God Bless America…and send HELP!!

Dear God, Through it all, I will continue to trust you. Thank you for your protection, your love, and for always watching over my family, even when I don’t see or feel it. You are always on time, and I know you are in control. Thank you Lord.  Amen. Election Day 2024 has come and gone. To say I’m devastated and disappointed is an understatement. This is America, as Childish Gambino famously said, and his song captures the disheartening reality we face today. America has become a place where blatant disrespect and disregard harm people of color, especially women. God forbid we say “Women of Color” together—the most undervalued and unappreciated group. Malcolm X said it best: “The most disrespected person in America is the black woman.” As a Black woman who works hard, I am sick and tired of being sick and tired. Let’s talk about the election. I know what it’s like to take a loss—I once was an athlete. I understand competition and that not every race will go my way. But my disappoint...

From My Heart to Yours: A Journey of Faith, Family, and Resilience

Dear God, thank you for the courage to share my life. I pray you give me the words that will encourage and uplift all who are driven to my blogs. in Jesus Name. Amen. Well, here goes nothing! After years of contemplating I have finally decided to share my life and my journey with you. This is so strange to me. Anyone who knows me knows that I am an anti-social woman! Lord knows I prefer to stay in the back of the room and I rather not be in any of the pictures ! I realize that life throws so many lemons. In sharing my story I hope to encourage others who have experienced or are experiencing the same things, or similar. You ever start talking to someone and they’re like “Oh my gosh, that happened to me?” Or they may even indicate they’re going through the same? That happens to me all the time! Sometimes when I talk to people they feel relieved that someone else understand what they’re going through. Welcome to my very first blog post. I am going to try to always start with a prayer of g...