Last week, I marked the anniversary of my mother's passing, a somber seven years without her. Yet, for the very first time, I forgot. Surprisingly, amidst a few social media posts scattered throughout the month, the actual day slipped my mind. At first, this forgetfulness seemed almost unsettling. How could I forget such a significant date? But as I pondered it more, I began to see it as a profound moment of healing and growth.For countless years, September 15th had been etched into my consciousness. It was a day that paralyzed me, a day when I couldn't do anything but lie in bed, tears flowing, as the physical and emotional pain took its toll. The date had this strange power...
Have you ever struggled with forgiveness? Perhaps you've been hurt by someone and find it hard to let go of the pain and resentment. It's understandable to feel this way, but it's important to remember that forgiveness is not just for the person who hurt you, but also for your own healing and freedom.
As a leader, it can be tempting to fall into the trap of people-pleasing and avoiding difficult conversations to maintain the peace. However, this often leads to neglecting our own boundaries and allowing others to mistreat us. It's time to break free from this cycle and find true healing and freedom.
Losing a loved one is never easy. But what happens when we feel pressure to only remember the good and ignore the bad? In this blog post, I share my personal journey of learning to embrace the truth and find healing in the midst of grief.
I no longer subscribe to the “Don’t speak ill of the dead” mantra. Why? Because it almost kilt me, yes I said kilt. 🤦🏽♀️ After the death of my mother I was succumb by guilt, shame and regret, because our relationship wasn’t pretty all the time and I couldn’t speak on it. But what I’ve learned is that love truly does cover a multitude of sin. I couldn’t get to the joy, and overcome the grief, if I couldn’t resolve the fact that thorns grow attached to the rose. I couldn’t resolve that she did the best she could if I couldn’t acknowledge the wrong that sometimes manifested. I actually dishonor her memory when I try to hide the bad...
