I paused a Netflix movie to post this. So…you know its real.

Today, I scrambled to get documents notarized for my Work Visa. I’m about to leave the US in a matter of months to pursue a job abroad. I will be teaching 4th grade all subjects in Costa Rica! Excited is an understatement. I didn’t realize how much paperwork signing/applying/verifying would be required. I still don’t even understand if I sent everything perfectly. And being born abroad doesn’t make the process any simpler. Its confusing and annoying and very systematic even though no human being can explain the process considering my rare circumstances.

The notary at the bank (my shared branch because I still bank with an out of state credit union) did all my paperwork for free. He didn’t have to, but I am so appreciative. I saved $25. Then spent $20 for a document I forgot to have notarized by him and later paid for at a postal store that probably overcharged me.

Anyways…I sat at his desk and remembered the last time I had paperwork notarized at a bank. It was January of 2014. Divorce papers. I cried as I signed each page. I had gotten there at 4:59pm, right before closing after my ex kept asking when I would sign. He left me January 4th and the papers had January 10th on them. This had to be mid January. It was heartbreaking and I’m sure super awkward for the notary (a woman who kept her composure). I cried loud and deeply as I signed all thousand lines requiring my signature. I felt defeated. I was a little embarrassed. Not that I was crying- I needed that. I was embarrassed that my marriage had failed and this document was the proof.

So…as I sat in the office today. I almost cried again. Just in remembrance. Of a marriage I mourned and laid to rest. Divorce is a tragedy. I survived a tragedy. I overcame and rose above a tragedy. And 3 years later, I signed documents which I’d like to refer to as freedom papers. I’m leaving the US. I’m leaving (dis)comfort. I’m leaving what has been familiar. And I am so excited that now I understand the foreshadowing. At a bank alone. In an office with a stranger. Making a life changing written declaration. My life is changing.

I can never ever say I won’t survive. Or things won’t get better. Or I may not make it. Those statements are simply untrue. I will rise. I have been Notarized.

A notarized document is a document that has been marked with a stamp (or “seal”), which indicates that the signature on the document is legitimate. A notary watches you sign and then places the stamp near your signature (along with information which allows others to track down records related to the signature).

I’m crying.


Did I tell y’all I don’t do that often. So when I do. When I start to cry, I take time to feel that emotion that caused me to break through my stone wall of guardedness to the point of tears.

I need a minute.

I could see why you didn’t or wouldn’t have respected me 10 months ago. When we first met, how we met. Who I was when we met. I was me, but a different shade of me. So I could see how you could think this treatment was acceptable then.

But we’ve spent time together. You know me. I know you. I shared me. You shared you. I thought I feel in love. Enough to demand distance. To be hurt by the distance I demanded. To second guess my decision to put me first and cover myself and protect my heart. The one thats patched up from the pass. So its just not okay for me to be treated this way. Will, you know me. Or I thought you did. And if you know me, enough and this is acceptable to you. This is true to your nature. You’re okay with your behavior then I was wrong. And the worse pain is the kind you realize you initiated.

I have no words. I’m so sad that I can’t get angry. So angry that I’m only really sad. I’m depleted. I’m empty. I’m worn out. And I don’t understand how things can go so South so quickly and so clearly.

But you still follow me on Snapchat. Do you know I can see you watching me on Snapchat. I’m irritated that Snapchat has made it into a very serious very deep very real blog post. I’m crying. And part of it is because you would rather follow me, watch me, admire me, see me from a distance than get close, stay close, be close.

That is some bull shit. And I hate to cuss in a post. I just can’t identify if its me or if its you. No, its absolutely you. But if I thought I loved you, then its also completely me. So now I’m over here sad. Do I delete, block, ignore, agress, assert, retreat, suppress.

He is showing you. Believe him.

Stop having access to me and not being accessible to me. I’ll control that.

I cried and showered. Seems appropriate. Now I’m listening to worship music. This is the only way I get empty and full at the same time. Its an hour past my bedtime and I just want to cry more. Feel more. Lean in and on God even more.

I’m not mad anymore. I’m still sad. But that will pass. I was supposed to grade papers and uber-plan for tomorrow. Plans are done. Grading is not. Its okay. I need this time. This is necessary. I deserve to feel this. To feel and then to be over it.

This thing happened. And I realize that I am just really tired of settling. And I’m uncomfortable giving my energy in empty places that cannot reciprocate. I want to forgive and let go and then not repeat the pattern of prostituting my gifts, and my calling, and my encouragement and my love. I am not cheap. Nothing about me is inexpensive. I’m costly. And that’s okay.

I need a top 5. Pourers who pour in. And they need to be real people.

The pourer-intoers are never lacking. I’ll be choosy this time.

Because I need to pray

This morning I realized it is hard for me to spend time alone with God. Quiet time. My commute to work is the most still I am all day. I cannot get up, get busy, get distracted (or too distracted). Sometimes I ride quietly, often to soul music or gospel (or gospel trap). Even in my most still moments, I am still very busy. My mind, my body, my everything is in motion.

So, I am using a carved out quiet time in my day to be unstill, again. I’m blogging. With good intent. I need to breathe and pray. My car was totaled, I won’t need a car in three months, and I can’t afford a lease. At least from the research and calls I have made thus far. So I believe God for a miracle.

I want to cry. But I’m too busy right now. I’ll cry later. I want to lay down, but I can’t. This is my prayer.

God I know you’re big. You’re bigger than any obstacle. You’re bigger than a car wreck that took my car but spared my life. You are great. Greater than any plan I thought would fix this little situation. You’re greater than my debt and my credit score and my desire to manage my money in a way that leaves me extra and decreases money stress. God you are God. I am not. I cannot fix it. It will not happen in my own might or my own will or according to my plan or my purpose. You alone are God. God I thank you for the revelation of your care for me. You are concerned about me. And you want me to rest, so I ask you to help me. Ease the knot on my brain. The one that comes when I have worn my brain out from thinking and thinking and rethinking of a plan to get myself out of things I got myself into.

God you are worthy. Of praise even in the middle of my testimony. Use this for your glory. Help me to learn the lesson or lessons in this season and help me not to repeat the course. God keep me. Forgive me for sin I know about and the things I think you are okay with. God correct me. Discipline me. Prepare me. Guide me. Love me, but teach me also to love you. Show me you daily. Open my eyes. Make me still. And in all my asking help me to take responsibility for my actions and to act in accordance to my prayer for my own life. Give me no less than my obedience allow. I want everything you have for me. Every dream. Every relationship. Every business. Every. Thing. Keep me patient and living in “now”. Keep me humble. I am not you. I am not God. I am only worthy through you. God I love you. Not enough, but I’m trying. I need you. Not often enough do I  remember and realize and really admit this, but I do. I really need ou. And Lord I’m really hungry and unexcited about the lunch I brought today. Fix it Jesus.


Your child


I almost woke up with my alarm. I was only laying in bed “praying” for like 4 minutes. I read or heard that turning on the light helps us to get up in the morning. Natural light is the best. That makes me assume that I am forced to get up too early- there is no natural light right now. lol


I woke up with one word on my mind: create.


So, I promised myself I would be productive, get ready for my day and then blog. No topic in particular. Oh, I took the Strength Finder (bootleg version) test and read about myself. I love personality tests and self-help books. Here’s me in a nutshell:


Achiever: I love results. I’m learning to celebrate my successes often and consistently.

Activator: When there is a task at hand, I’m ready to move and to act. I’m learning to get others on board with me first (in some instances).

Belief: Faith.

Communication: I love telling stories, speaking, teaching, and sharing. Thus, this blog. I will master this skill.

Includer: I want all hands on deck. Everyone can participate- play a part.


Now, 6AM prayer call.

Bye yall.

You Are Welcome




I am currently going in on this playlist on YouTube. Oh My Great God. You are Worthy Lord, forgive me for every wrong thing. Those I know and those I have yet to discover seek to separate me. God, I love God. I’ve been honest with my Creator. I don’t love Him enough or right or well. And He still pursues me and wins me with His love. Who am I that you are mindful of me. God I adore you, I praise you.

Sometimes you need a soundtrack for your day. This is mine. This whole playlist. Especially, Good Shepherd. I’m going in, which is so hard to do when you have a whole 9-5 that you should attend to. My kiddos came in on my soundtrack. We’ve been working and chillin’ all day. I am committed to give them what they want and what they need. They are great and mighty and well-equip with the talent to reach their purpose on the Earth. May my presence be a catalyst and not a hindrance. God, use me to empower them to be Great- like you.

I’m bout to cry. I always give people a warning. Not because it embarrasses me, but because not everyone is comfortable with pain and tears. Divorce made both very frequent and I’m comfortable with pain and tears. They wash me and purify me- cleanse the negative and make room for God to pour into me.

I realize what I crave more than a boyfriend, sex, good food, or even time with friends…is intimacy. For someone to know me completely, accept me fully, and love me unconditionally. That love may or may not come from a human second. It absolutely comes from Christ, first. Thank God for the opportunity to feel it and to be able to discern it. I have everything I desire and I need in Christ.

every. single. thing.

I imagine a love letter from God saying:

Dear child that I (alone) created and I (alone) love (fully),

I have everything you need.

You Are Welcome,

Daddy (God)


The title has nothing to do with how I am feeling. I just hit “send” and confirmed through a contract that I will be moving to Costa Rica in July to teach. It makes me nervous, sure. But more than that a part of me does not actually want to go. Maybe because I am comfortable or because there is a lot of unknown information. ALOT. I there are people here who I really like. People who I love. People who I like to think that I could love and I don’t want to go before all that gets settled. There are men and women and businesses and cafes and neighborhoods and places and things and dreams and wishes and …there is so much here in Houston. Oh, and my church! In two years Hope City will be unrecognizable and I’m excited to be a visitor when I visit. But I love being a member.

Maybe God will use me to plant a church or to work in ministry or to do mission work. I have no idea what He will do with me, but I will gain fresh perspective and I could stand to have improved vision.