Answered Prayers


Have you ever experienced having a prayer answered?

It’s happened to me quite a few times in the last few years.

For a long little while, I prayed for strength to endure a situation, and I felt like God was ignoring me because my life was falling apart. In hindsight…he was putting me through a struggle to give me that strength. Its not really what I thought God talking to me would look like, but sure I kept praying to him. In those last few years with my son’s father, I prayed harder than I’ve ever prayed in my life. I often felt like it was pointless because I wasn’t getting the answers I wanted to hear. I would pray for signs, and get them…but they weren’t the ones I wanted, so I kept on making the wrong decisions.

When I finally couldn’t take dealing with my situation, I prayed that I was done. That I couldn’t take it anymore and I needed God to fix the situation for me. He did. My life as I was living was ripped out from under me and everything I knew changed in an instant. My love was gone, I was moving out of my house and I went into labor with my son.

My life hasn’t looked the same since.

Being the quintessential Pisces that I am, I’ve been praying for love a lot lately. I made things work with my ex for as long as I did because we were (and still are) good friends and I loved having that sense of security of a partner. I’m a romantic and I love being in love. I have met a few duds along the way and tried to make things work that were never meant to be, but it helped me to know what I was actually looking for.  When I told God that I was ready again, he delivered.

A couple years ago, my Granny had me write out a list of what my perfect partner would look like….I found him. Actually, he has been around the whole time. We met when we were 11, but grew apart as early adulthood came our way. The core of my ideal relationship, is one that is built on friendship. I want my partner to be my best friend. Joe and I started out as friends and then add to that he is hardworking, funny, loyal, caring, attractive, passionate, and loves my kid like he is his own. I can’t ask for anymore than that. All my life I wanted a fairy-tale romance and I finally have it.

I feel like all the pieces of my life are falling back into place. The last few years have been a struggle, but I’m coming out on the other side really actually happy, content and stronger that I could have imagined.

I’ve got good friends, supportive family, new love, a healthy son, mended relationships, rebuilt self confidence, a good job, a building business of my own and true happiness. What more could a girl ask for?

And whatever you ask in prayer, you will receive, if you have faith. Matt 21:22



let the record show

a repost from:

Let the Record Show


Let the record show that I did not consent to this.

Let it show that I did not vote for this man, that he did not represent me, that I did not believe he was deserving of being here, that I grieved his ascension.

Let History record my objection to him, to the ways he humiliated women and vilified Muslims and threatened protestors and disregarded people of color.

Let it record my repulsion at his tremendous cruelty, his lack of compassion, his contempt for dissension, his absence of simple decency.

Let witnesses mark down my disgust at the way he boasted of infidelity, at how he ridiculed a disabled reporter, at the way he attacked female opponents for their appearance, at the way he marginalized immigrants.

Let it be remembered that I did not look the other way when women accused him of assault, when the reality of his Russian alliances came to light, when he refused to share his tax records—though large portions of the American media and its people chose to.  

Let it be remembered that I did not buy into the fear that he perpetuated of those with brown skin or hijabs or foreign birthplaces. 

Let the record show that I looked on with disbelief as he spent countless early morning and middle-of-the-night hours following the election on social media, broadcasting a steady stream of petulant, insecure, incoherent messages instead of preparing to do a job he was ill-equipped for and seemingly not all that interested in.

Let the record show that I watched him assemble a Cabinet of billionaires and bigots, of people woefully unqualified to steward our children, our safety, our healthcare, our financial stability—and that I was horrified by it all.

Let it be remembered that my faith would not allow me to fall in line behind this man while so many professed religious people did; that I saw nothing resembling Jesus in him, and that to declare him Christian would have been to toss aside everything I grew up believing faith in Christ manifested in a life.  

Let History record my grieving at the racism and bigotry and homophobia that characterized his campaign, marked his supporters, and is evident in his assembling Administration.

Let it be known that I was one of the more than 65 million people who voted for Hillary Clinton; who understood that though not perfect, she was an intelligent, experienced, passionate public servant with the temperament, commitment, and qualifications to lead and lead well. 

Let the record show that I greatly lamented the day of his inauguration, and that I promised to join together with other good people to loudly resist and oppose every unscrupulous, dangerous, unjust and dishonest act this new Administration engages in. 

History has been littered with horrible people who did terrible things with power, because too many good people remained silent. And since my fear is that we are surely entering one of those periods in our story, I wanted to make sure that I was recorded for posterity:

I do not believe this man’s actions are normal.
I do not believe he is emotionally stable.

I do not believe he cares about the full, beautiful diversity of America.
I do not believe he respects women.
I do not believe he is pro-life other than his own.
I do not believe the sick and the poor and the hurting matter to him in the slightest.

I do not believe he is a man of faith or integrity or nobility.
I do not believe his concern is for anything outside his reflection in the mirror.

I believe he is a danger to our children.
I believe he is a threat to our safety.
I believe he is careless with our people.
I believe he is reckless with his power.
I believe America will be less secure, less diverse, less compassionate, and less decent under his leadership.

And if I prove to be wrong, it will be one of the most joyful errors of my life. I will own these words and if necessary, willingly and gladly admit my misjudgment because it will mean that America is a better and stronger nation, and the world a more peaceful place.

But right now I don’t see that happening. 

Right now I am worried for my country, concerned for our planet, scared for the future of my children, and greatly saddened that 62 million Americans seem okay with all of this.

Let the record show that I was not okay with it.

Not at all.



#godblessamerica #inagurationday #inaguratetheresistance


How am I feeling?  …Annoyed.

Proven right by my own mind, again.

Trying to love a man, who is still just a boy inside.

Avoiding my own childish nature, covering it with lies.


Healed, I’m not.

Broken, I fixed.

Wishing to be capable of a feeling, I hid.


He was never the one, I knew this.

Hoping to find passion, I missed.

On to the next,

maybe me this time?


Learn to love yourself.

I insist.