An amazing man proposed to me in front of the most beautiful view…and it was PERFECT. But less than 24 hours later, I found myself driving down Route 13 back to my apartment in Salisbury…and I sobbed.

2020 part one was pretty ghetto for us all. And by the looks of caucasity and  the audacity of caucasity in just the first few weeks of the new year, 2021 is already off to a pretty interesting & tumultuous start. BUT, there is still cause for us to make space to celebrate.

I first heard about the coronavirus back in late December, maybe early January. At the time, it wasn't being reported as much in the news cycles. But I was reading up on it, because I couldn't help but to notice the urgency.

I'm currently in what I would like to call an "expansion." 2020 has brought a lot of promise for elevation and other supernatural blessings. But with those promises of elevation and supernatural blessings also comes the promise of EXPANSION.

I went through some pretty disappointing moments at the top of the year. By March, I just remember feeling like there was nothing 2019 had to offer me; in those short three months, 2019 had taken so much from me–and taking one thing after the next, after the next, I was TIRED. I felt betrayed...and I felt betrayed by GOD.

I think it's safe to say that 2019 hazed the heck out of me. Adulting was most certainly the ghetto, and my impatience was even more ghetto. I went through a financial loss, a family loss, and a relationship loss all within the first three months of the year. By March, I was ready to throw 2019 away and sleep until 2020.

Hmmm...? That was my first response when I first heard Kanye West was going to start doing Sunday Services. Truthfully, I thought it was another social media joke or something, but then I saw a video of one and was like, "OH! That choir is LIT!

Since I was about 13 let's say, I've always wanted a guitar and to learn how to play one. Unfortunately, I settled for the clarinet in elementary school. But still this desire to learn how to play the guitar was on my heart.

Adulting has kicked me hard lately. It has its amazing highs, but in this past season, there have been some pretty harsh lows–with tough disappointments. But what happens when you're in a valley, and not on the top peak of that valley, in the low of the valley and GOD is still calling you?

You ever feel like an imposter? Like you aren't qualified for the position you're currently responsible for and you're just waiting on someone to call you on your bluff?

When I was younger, I was the "ugly duckling" among my friends. I didn't get the boys, I didn't wear the latest fashions, I barely knew how to put lip gloss on so makeup was definitely not a thing, and I didn't really know how to straighten my hair until I was a junior in high school, so my go-to hair style was a slick back bun for most of middle school through high school.

Within the body, I've always been skeptical since I was a young on the titles of "prophet" and "apostle." Though I firmly believe these are callings bestowed from God, what gives us the authority to appoint ourselves to such positions, when it's almost impossible to fully comprehend the immense responsibilities and influence tied to these positions while being relatable and maintaining your humanity?

During my sophomore year, I met one of the most caring, challenging, loving, and affectionate men I had ever met. We clicked instantly. I felt like it was fate when I met him formally and found out he was single. Slowly, but surely, we began spending a lot more time together and started having really interesting conversations. It wasn't long before I found out he wasn't a believer.