Ladies, marriage will keep you humble. Don’t let the Instagram aesthetics fool you—sometimes it’s not candlelit dinners and roses, it’s two imperfect people learning how to laugh their way through burnt chicken.

So, let me confess. Early in our marriage, I decided I was going to cook my husband a “soulful Sunday dinner.” I mean, I had the playlist, the apron, and the holy confidence. The only thing I didn’t have? Enough seasoning.

Now, I thought I did. But apparently, what I called “lightly seasoned for health,” my husband called “hospital food.” He took that first bite of chicken, smiled politely, and said, “Babe… is this your Daniel Fast chicken?”

Excuse me?!

I was ready to throw the whole pot at him (in Christian love, of course). But instead, I laughed—because honestly, he wasn’t wrong. That chicken had so little salt it could’ve been served in the wilderness with manna.

But here’s the thing: in that moment, God checked me. He reminded me that being a wife isn’t about perfection, it’s about partnership. My husband didn’t need a Michelin-star chef, he needed a woman who could laugh, adjust, and keep the joy in the house.

So now when I season my food, I pray over it and say, “Lord, let this chicken be flavorful, and let my marriage always taste like grace.” And sis, when you season with love (and maybe a little extra garlic powder), that’s when it really gets good.

Moral of the story? Marriage will test your patience, your pride, and yes—your paprika. But if you let God lead, He’ll turn even your kitchen mishaps into marriage miracles.

And don’t worry—the chicken is now blessed and flavorful.

Evenings can feel like just another part of the grind—a time to collapse into bed or scroll endlessly on our phones. But what if your evenings could be sacred? What if each night ended not with exhaustion, but with grace, intention, and calm?

Creating an evening ritual doesn’t require hours of preparation. It’s about small, deliberate practices that signal to your mind, body, and spirit that the day is complete and it’s time to rest. Here are a few rituals to help you close your day with grace.

1. Reflect and Release

Take 5–10 minutes to journal about your day. Write down what you’re grateful for, lessons you learned, or moments that brought you joy. Then, release what no longer serves you—mistakes, regrets, or lingering stress. This simple act of reflection helps you leave behind the weight of the day and prepares your mind for peace.

2. Light and Calm Your Space

Lighting a candle, turning on soft lamps, or using a diffuser with calming essential oils like lavender or chamomile signals to your body that it’s time to unwind. Dim, warm lighting encourages relaxation and helps transition your mind from the day’s busyness to evening stillness.

3. Gentle Movement

Even just 5–15 minutes of stretching, yoga, or a slow walk can relieve tension built up throughout the day. Gentle movement not only benefits your body but also quiets your mind, helping you release lingering anxiety and find inner calm.

4. Nourish Your Body and Soul

A light, warm drink like herbal tea or golden milk can be a comforting evening ritual. Pair this with a moment of prayer, meditation, or affirmations—reminding yourself of your worth, your intentions, and the grace that surrounds you.

5. Disconnect from Screens

Try setting aside your phone, computer, and TV at least 30 minutes before bed. The glow of screens stimulates your brain and makes it harder to truly rest. Replace this time with reading, journaling, or quiet reflection.

6. Set Intentions for Tomorrow

Take a moment to gently plan for tomorrow—not to create pressure, but to allow clarity and purpose to flow. Writing down a few priorities or intentions helps your mind rest easier, knowing you have a gentle roadmap for the day ahead.

7. End with Gratitude

Before you close your eyes, breathe deeply and focus on three things you are grateful for. Even in the smallest moments, gratitude cultivates a sense of peace and signals to your heart that today was complete.

Evening rituals are a way of honoring yourself—your body, your mind, and your spirit. They don’t have to be elaborate or time-consuming. With small, consistent acts of mindfulness and care, you can transform the ordinary act of going to bed into a sacred practice of grace.

Sleep well, dear reader, and awaken ready to embrace another day with intention.

Tomorrow marks the first day of school for our household —and we always celebrate our children growing up with a special appreciation for each other. This year it my turn to pick how we celebrate.

So while the kids are stepping into new classrooms and fresh routines, my husband and I are doing something a little different this year… He doesn’t know it yet. So you are getting some exclusive news. But….

We’re heading to the spa.

That’s right. I booked a couple hours for a couple’s massage and carved out a little slice of peace just for us. After a summer of snacks, sunscreen, schedules, and “Mom! Dad! Watch this!”—this is our quiet moment to breathe, reconnect, and remind ourselves that we are more than just the parents in the carpool line.

There’s something sacred about reclaiming time as a couple, especially when your lives revolve around everyone else's needs. The school year can feel like a race from August to May. So I decided to start it differently this time—rested, relaxed, and in sync.

It’s my way of saying: We matter too.

So tell me—what are you doing this year to celebrate the first day of school? Did you cry at drop-off? Sneak in a coffee date? Take a nap in total silence (because let’s be honest, silence is a luxury)?

Whatever it looks like for you, I hope you take a moment to exhale. To reflect. To smile. This year holds new possibilities—for our children and for us.

Let’s make room for joy in the margins. 💛

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Marriage isn’t always soft kisses, romantic dates, and matching pajamas on Christmas morning. There’s a darker side—one that doesn’t always get talked about in the curated world of social media and highlight reels. And no, I’m not talking about infidelity or betrayal. I’m talking about the quieter struggles. The moments of tension. The hard conversations. The everyday realities that make marriage both challenging and beautiful.

This summer, we’ve been on the move a lot— but still making memories and living life. But because of this something unexpected has been following us around: the budget talk. My husband has been hinting ( ever so subtly) that I need to learn to budget better. And I laugh because it’s honestly his fault. He spoiled me. So now, when he tries to act brand new and drop hints about “watching spending,” I’m like, Sir, you created this princess. I don’t know why but budgeting is something I don’t like it.

Let me tell you, in the past when I’ve overspent, my husband has done things like blocking my card at the register—yes, in public! I usually have to call the bank to have them unlock it. Then he’d fuss at me later, saying I was making him “look bad” because I have his name. Now when I say fussing it’s usually a very lighthearted joke or casual conversation. I’m not a big spender and I do know how to shop and look for sales. So maybe that’s why it’s not a big deal but I could do better.

Although one time he even made me take things back. I think he learned his lesson though. Because now when I ask, “What’s my limit?” and he jokes, “You don’t limit your wife, because if you do… she’ll limit you back.” (He usually points toward my private when he says that—but that’s his twisted sense of humor.)

And you know what? I love that about him. He once told me in a very heated argument that although I’m very intelligent he didn’t marry me for my mind. He was dead serious. And while some women would’ve been offended, I get him. I really do. I get his humor. I get his heart. I get the man behind the madness. It actually turned the conversation around and we both started laughing.

But today something hit me deep.

I was out and saw a woman at a restaurant being scolded by her husband—for spending $16. He kept going on and on, and her kids were sitting right there, watching. The air was so heavy I could feel the embarrassment from where I sat. And it made me pause.

I realized—I’ve taken my husband for granted.

Yes, he plays too much sometimes. Yes, he has a budget spreadsheet he swears by. But he provides. He doesn’t demean me about even when I over spend. He doesn’t belittle me. He gives. And gives. And when I blow through the budget (which I’m working on, by the way), he still comes home and loves me the same.

So, to every wife reading this: If you have a good man, thank God for him. Don't wait until you're sitting at a restaurant watching someone else’s nightmare to realize you're living in a blessing.

And babe, if you're reading this—I know I swipe first and ask questions later. But I love you. I'm thankful for your provision, your hardwork, and your twisted sense of humor. And I’ve made a decision: I'm going to be more intentional and stop spending my money on frivolous things.

You didn’t marry me for my mind, but lucky for you, I have a prophetic gift and decided to keep you anyway. 😉 

I love you.

As summer draws to a close, and the scent of crisp autumn breezes begins to whisper through the trees, our family took one last trip to the beach—a final love letter to long days, salty air, and the freedom that summer always seems to bring.

We packed light, but intentionally: beach chairs, snacks, a cooler full of sweet tea and watermelon slices, and of course, the well-worn blanket that’s seen more sunsets than I can count. The kids ran straight for the shoreline like it was calling their names. And in many ways, it was.

There’s something sacred about a beach day at the end of the season. It’s different than the loud, energetic bursts of June and July. This one was quieter, almost reverent. The waves were gentle. The breeze a bit cooler. The sky painted in soft shades of goodbye.

We watched the children collect shells like tiny treasures, maybe sensing that this moment wouldn’t come again for a while. My husband and I sat close, our hands intertwined, letting the rhythm of the tide remind us of how far we’ve come—and how deeply rooted our love and faith have grown over the years.

As we prepare our hearts and home for the upcoming fall season, this trip was more than just a family outing. It was a pause. A moment to exhale. A chance to reflect on all the memories we made this summer—some loud and laughter-filled, others quiet and soul-deep.

Soon we’ll be trading swimsuits for sweaters, beach towels for blankets, and fresh peaches for warm apple pies. But for now, we carry this day with us—a final sun-kissed chapter of summer, etched into our family story.

Here’s to new seasons, familiar rhythms, a successful year and never forgetting to make room for joy.

With love,
From our family to yours.

The moment we dreamed about has arrived—our babies are heading off to college. It’s exciting, bittersweet, and let’s be honest… a little emotional. It feels like just yesterday we were packing lunchboxes, and now we’re packing dorm bins, comforters, laptops, and dreams.

As a family, we’ve been walking through this transition with intention. Beyond the Target runs and financial aid emails, I’ve been leaning into the emotional and spiritual preparation too—making sure they know they’re not going off alone. That no matter where they are, we’re covering them in love, prayer, and care.

One of the most comforting things for me (and them!) has been putting together college care packages—small boxes that say, "You’re still on my heart, even from miles away."

Some Of The Things We Put In Our College Care Packages:

• Handwritten stickers or sticky notes: A simple “I’m proud of you,” or “Keep going” goes a long way.

• Snacks from home: Their favorite chips, trail mix, or the cookies they always ask for. 

• Bibles, Mini devotionals or affirmations: A reminder that they’re never alone, and that God is with them in every lecture hall, dorm room, and late-night study session. Also, local churches they can attend information.

• Practical items: Things like first aid kits, Band-Aids, laundry pods, vitamin C packets, and chapstick always come in handy.

• Gift cards: A little Starbucks, Target, Emergency Gas cards, or DoorDash card can be a lifesaver during finals week.

• Family photos or small framed scriptures: Something to anchor them when they’re missing home. Photos of us preparing the boxes.

  
  

More Than Just a Box

Packing these little boxes has become a quiet act of love for me. It’s not just about what’s inside—it’s about staying connected. It’s about reminding them that no matter how independent they become, there’s a place they can always come back to. There’s a mother praying for them, a family rooting for them, and a home that’s still their home.

As we prepare them for this next chapter, we also prepare ourselves—to release, to trust, and to celebrate. College is a new beginning for them, but it’s one for us too. It’s the beginning of a new relationship with our children: one rooted in mutual respect, growing friendship, and unwavering support.

So if you're in this season too—letting go, wiping tears, sending packages, and praying hard—just know you're not alone. We’re all in this together, cheering our babies on and trusting God to do the rest.

What’s in your care packages? 

Here’s to care packages, deep breaths, and the beautiful becoming that lies ahead.

With love,
From our heart to theirs.

I’ve learned to love being the outcast.

There’s peace in being overlooked, underestimated, and even misunderstood. When people don’t have expectations of you, you’re free to live life without the pressure to perform. It doesn’t mean I don’t operate as a woman of God, or in excellence or keep my word—those things are a part of my character. But it does mean I don’t live for applause. I live for peace.

Full transparency—sometimes I seek to be rejected on purpose, just for laughs and a little giggles. It's hilarious.

But I thank God for a husband sees me.

He helped me. He made me feel seen. He made me feel beautiful again.

Some days, I wish there were words big enough to say “thank you.” But until then, I’ll just keep loving him louder.

My husband and I recently talked about friendships. He’s a social one—always encouraging me to open up and connect more. And I appreciate the sentiment. I do have a few people I call for real conversation. But as far as surrounding myself with a people who don’t have my best interests at heart? That’s not a life I want.

There’s something sacred about solitude. Something powerful about not needing validation from people who never truly saw you anyway. And through that stillness, I realized something deeper—God is in the rejection.

Scripture says “The stone that the builders rejected has become the cornerstone.” That’s not just a poetic line—it’s a sign that if you haven't been rejected you can't rise. We've all experienced it. We've all been thrown away, or overlooked by someone, corporation, or group. But this scripture teaches us that it's apart of  Heaven's crowns.

There were jobs I prayed for—positions I believed were perfect for me—and still, I was rejected.

I have so many stories—moments where I was rejected, overlooked, and made to feel invisible.

As the oldest child, I was never the favorite. That title belonged to my brother, and my mother didn’t hide it. Her love for him was open and undeniable—while with me, it felt like I had to earn every ounce of attention.

Sometimes, it even seemed like family preferred my others over me. Imagine that—watching your own family light up more for someone outside the family.

Growing up, I often felt rejected by my own family—mainly because of my complexion. I could make a suggestion, and it would be brushed off like it didn’t matter. But let my cousin say the exact same thing, and suddenly everyone was on board.

For a long time, I didn’t see myself as beautiful. It wasn’t until God whispered to my spirit, “You are beautiful just as you are,” that I finally started to believe it.

Friends I loved often betrayed me. Stalked me, harassed, and slept with boyfriends. Despite having more than me. 

Before I met my husband, there was a man who was once interested in me. But he never pursued me—because in his mind, I didn’t meet a certain status. Instead, he dated someone he believed was more “his type.” Ironically, she turned out to be everything he didn’t want. He spent years trying to mold her into something she could never be—me. And when he couldn't he got mad at me for not dating him. Stalked me and harassed me for dating my then boyfriend. Telling me I was supposed to be his wife.

And I could go on...

Now, I don’t know why any woman would waste her life trying to become someone else. We are each uniquely crafted. Designed by the Creator with purpose, personality, and power. You can imitate someone’s style, copy their speech, mirror their moves—but even a clone can’t replace the original. So why not just be you?

Looking back, I realized that rejection from that man wasn’t a loss—it was protection. Every time God allows someone to walk away, it’s because He’s preparing someone better to walk in. I’ve stopped taking rejection personally. I see it as divine redirection. When the door closes, I don’t force it—I praise. Because I know: it’s all God. It’s always been God.

Even Jesus was rejected. Spit on. Denied. Crucified. But that wasn’t the end of the story. He had to be rejected—it was part of the plan. People often preach the cross, but they forget the throne. He is risen and now sits at the right hand of the Father. Just imagine that level of elevation—rejected by man, but exalted by God.

So yes, I like being the outcast. Because in that rejection, I’ve found God’s protection, His promotion, and His peace. And honestly? That’s better than popularity any day.

What I’ve learned is this: when God has something for you, it will be yours. No matter what obstacles come, no matter who tries to block or take it—what He’s ordained can’t be denied.

God won’t reject what He’s chosen. But that doesn’t mean we can take His favor for granted. There’s a window of grace, and if we’re not careful, we can forfeit it.

So always honor His blessings. Walk humbly. Stay grateful. And never forget who gave it to you in the first place.