I guess I have been Martha’ing for too long. Burned out. Tired. Stressed. Overwhelmed. And sometimes that’s when those old thoughts come back to visit. I pour out my tears to God for relief and I reach for Him spiritually to cradle me because no one is coming to save me or relieve me but Him. And sometimes I get scared and think He won’t come or come in time. Does this sound familiar?
But then you are reminded that He has come before and a flicker of hope turns back on and begins to get stronger. And you see His hand in the midst of darkness reaching out for me. And the light gets stronger. And all the tears that fell begin to dry up with breaths of relief.
There is a time and a place for everything but in this season Jesus wants you to sit with Him. Like Mary. And in every season actually, take time to sit with him. Rest in Him. Know that your worth isn’t predicated upon your titles or performance. You dont have to earn His love. He wants you to serve and give but not without His guidance, wisdom and love. Not with regret or resentment. Not in your own strength and unto burnout and weariness. He wants you to remember that rest is important. Trusting in Him is important. Depending on Him is necessary. And that He loves you with an unfailing love.
This week I plan to be still in my spirit and sit at His feet. And receive His love and Word. And to let His peace permeate my soul full of His providential care.
As Jesus and the disciples continued on their way to Jerusalem, they came to a certain village where a woman named Martha welcomed him into her home. Her sister, Mary, sat at the Lord’s feet, listening to what he taught. But Martha was distracted by the big dinner she was preparing. She came to Jesus and said, “Lord, doesn’t it seem unfair to you that my sister just sits here while I do all the work? Tell her to come and help me.” But the Lord said to her, “My dear Martha, you are worried and upset over all these details! There is only one thing worth being concerned about. Mary has discovered it, and it will not be taken away from her.” (Luke 10:38-42)
Come to me, all who labor and are heavy laden, and I will give you rest. Take my yoke upon you, and learn from me, for I am gentle and lowly in heart, and you will find rest for your souls. For my yoke is easy, and my burden is light. (Matthew 11: 28-30)
The Lord is near to the brokenhearted and saves the crushed in spirit. (Psalm 34:18)
Casting all your anxieties on him, because he cares for you. (Peter 5:7)
Have you never heard? Have you never understood? The Lord is the everlasting God, the Creator of all the earth. He never grows weak or weary. No one can measure the depths of his understanding. He gives power to the weak and strength to the powerless. Even youths will become weak and tired, and young men will fall in exhaustion. But those who trust in the Lord will find new strength. They will soar high on wings like eagles. They will run and not grow weary. They will walk and not faint. (Isaiah 40:28-31)
I was just thinking about how much fun it was to create, collaborate, and write our previous series. Looking back at those stories brings back so many wonderful memories!
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Or was there another story or character you enjoyed most? I’d love to hear your thoughts! Your feedback always inspires future stories. ✍🏾💜
The books may not sell. The readers may be few. The support may not always be there.
Still, don’t give up.
God blessed you with the ability to create.
You are bringing to fruition all that you are learning, imagining, growing, encouraging and leaving something behind to be read, received and treasured.
There is something special about seeing the end result of what you finally created and released courageously.
The sales may come. The recognition may come. The readers may come.
But don’t miss the joy that is already in your hands and heart.
7 Words of Encouragement for Women in This Season 🌹
Give yourself permission to grow at your own pace. Not every season is for producing. Some seasons are for healing, learning, and becoming.
Stop trying to pour from an empty cup. It’s okay to see about you too. When you do, you show up more authentic, capable, grateful, and present.
Protect your peace. Not every conversation requires your participation, and not every opportunity requires your yes.
Navigate dating with intention. Remember that you are precious. God does not need you to compromise your values to receive His best for your life. Trust Him with your heart and His timing. What He has for you will never require you to dishonor someone else’s marriage or take someone else’s place.
Celebrate the small victories. Growth often happens quietly before it becomes visible.
See yourself the way God does. Your worth is not determined by others. He deemed you worthy before He placed you in your mother’s womb. So show up today—and begin to bloom.
Remember that you can always come back home. Sometimes home is a place where a new you can still find hope, healing, and love.
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Late last year, on the edge of fall, I started my gardening journey. I was a bit behind in getting started but was able to put together my first garden before winter hit. With much research, prayer, and a bit of Q&A with ChatGPT, I began my backyard agricultural journey. I started with crops that could endure the slightly warm and breezy fall temperatures, transition to cooler weather, and make it through the winter.
Before my adventure began, I started preparing not just through research and prayer, but by gradually purchasing the materials I would need. Potting mix, compost, a solar animal repellent device, seeds, and gardening tools were just some of the things I had to gather.
With the help of my teen, we assembled raised garden beds, added cardboard, sticks, soil, a little coffee grounds, and perlite to help maintain proper moisture within the beds.
I sowed seeds of spinach, lettuce, thyme, chives, and garlic in my bed I called Grace. They could thrive as companions. In my bed called Steward, I planted arugula, kale, mustard greens, cilantro, and carrots as companions.
Companion planting is the practice of planting various crops and herbs together that can grow near one another and benefit both each other and the garden bed in which they are planted.
I continued praying, researching, and questioning ChatGPT about how to maintain my new garden beds once they were ready and the seeds were sown. Eventually, I found a watering rhythm and learned a measure of patience. But more work is still needed in the patience department.
When the first sprouts of my vegetable and herb garden appeared, I was ecstatic. I do not have a green thumb, so seeing the fruits of my labor and the answers to my prayers brought me great joy. My spinach sprouted but looked like grass to me at first, lol. Later, it matured into what spinach is actually supposed to look like.
Now, as for my hiccups.
I noticed a slight tunnel in one of my garden beds—not a major one, but something had disturbed the soil. After inspecting it further and repositioning the dirt, I knew I needed additional protection for the beds and baby seedlings. I purchased garden nets as well as hoops for the nets to rest upon so they would not smash the produce.
When the cold of winter arrived, everything was still doing well. My baby seedlings could handle the cold for a while. But I live in Illinois, so when temperatures dropped below 35 degrees and then became even colder, they needed frost covers, straw, and sometimes additional coverings like old curtains we had saved.
Winter taught me patience in the unknown, as well as trusting God to steward what I could not while I waited. I worried at times. But some of the sprouts and seedlings were dormant, quiet as they too waited, just more patiently than I.
And although I protected them with frost nets and, when needed, additional coverings, not all of them escaped our bitter Illinois winter. Some of my seedlings got frostbitten, mainly my arugula and mustard greens. Baby, my seedlings said, “We can handle the cold, but it’s too cold.”
Winter had gotten hold of those arugula and mustard green seedlings and turned them every which way but loose. Those poor babies turned brown and laid flat. They were worn out. I was sad to see what had once been vibrant and beautifully green become brown and weary.
But God.
As winter began to fade away, I saw new green growth appearing beneath those brown, weary seedlings. What I thought was completely gone was showing proof that life still remained and my crops had survived.
As winter departed and warmer temperatures arrived, my garden beds not only survived, they thrived. The garlic continued doing well, and the stalks grew tall, reaching the tops of the hoops and nets. Although the spinach seemed to enjoy the cooler temperatures more, it held on for a little while longer. The lettuce did well also. The herbs seemed slower to sprout, except for the cilantro.
Just as the weather warmed, I was able to harvest the spinach and even gave some to my neighbor, who immediately used it in a salad. My family and I used the harvested lettuce and spinach in salads and on sandwiches and burgers. It felt good to be able to eat and share what I had grown. As temperatures continued to rise, I noticed flowers beginning to appear and learned that spinach can bolt in the heat. I then hurried and harvested the remaining spinach before more of it bolted.
I have continued harvesting lettuce and now cilantro as well. I was also able to harvest some of the mustard greens (they were so good with some ham hocks), but I didn’t harvest all of them in time before they bolted in the heat.
Another lesson I learned was the importance of spacing seeds strategically so they receive proper sunlight, have room to grow, and can reach their full size.
I am still waiting on the other herbs and carrots, but I see the thyme coming through and a little of the chives. The arugula, however, never grew back.
As for my spring garden endeavors, I decided to use grow bags for my next crops. Right now, I am growing red peppers in their own grow bag, radishes (at my mom’s request) in another, and strawberries in their own bag as well. Later, I plan to add a few more crops and grow bags.
Now that we are approaching summer, I am learning a new watering rhythm. I have also had to pluck weeds out of my beds. I couldn’t believe that they had taken up residence in them. Furthermore, I had to deal with ants trying to establish a few colonies, mainly in the Grace bed, along with a few aphids there and in the hot pepper bag. Thankfully, it has not been severe—just a few leaves with holes. I believe I identified and addressed the problem, and I am looking forward to a healthier harvest.
In the meantime, God is still teaching me to trust Him and be patient. I cannot see what is happening beneath the soil when it comes to some of the crops. If I dig underneath or pull them up too soon, I disturb the soil and may hinder what is still developing. And shamefully, I have done that.
So I’ve got to let God cook.
Let Him do what He needs to do while He teaches me how to water, feed, and tend the soil. Let Him teach me to speak life even over my garden beds, be patient, persevere, and keep the faith.
Because gardening has become about more than growing vegetables. It has also become a lesson in trusting the One who causes growth.
"Let us not become weary in doing good, for at the proper time we will reap a harvest if we do not give up." — Galatians 6:9
People-pleasing. Over-explaining. Not always confident in yourown skin. Anxious. Overworking. Overproving. Losing your glow. Constantly tired. Operating from survival mode for far too long. Lacking peace.
I know these things all too well.
And this season has carried its share of discomfort, grief, and lessons, but I’m grateful for how far God has brought me.
I’m learning to trust God on a whole different level. Learning to be unapologetically me. Surprisingly, this new journey with my hair has taught me to also extend grace to myself and walk in a confidence I didn’t think I could have.
Setting boundaries is hard. Enforcing them scares me. But my well-being requires it.
I still have a ways to go. God continues to uncover things in my heart that need surrendering. But I see growth. I see healing. I see His faithfulness. And I am receiving His grace to become.
Oftentimes, we get lost in becoming everything for everyone.
We chase applause, approval, and validation. We overwork and tire ourselves trying to be acknowledged, accepted, and appreciated. We move through each day existing rather than truly living. We blend in when we were called to stand out. We lean on people that are just as human as we are. We lean unto our own understanding, forgetting to trust in the Lord who is omniscient and omnipresent with our whole heart. We seek fulfillment from titles, accomplishments, and things that cannot fully fulfill us or hold us up—only to realize that God is the only One who can fulfull and sustain us.
Somewhere along the way, we lose ourselves.
We become a shell of who we once were. Life keeps moving, and instead of walking through it with purpose, we find ourselves being dragged along by it. We operate from survival mode for so long that we forget what peace feels like. We become so focused on proving our worth that we forget our worth was never ours to prove.
Then God, in His mercy and grace, sets us on a new journey.
A journey that is not just about healing, but about becoming.
Becoming who He created us to be before fear took hold. Before people-pleasing became a lifestyle. Before striving became our identity. Before the weight of life convinced us we had to carry everything on our own.
The journey is not always comfortable. It requires surrender. It requires honesty. It requires letting go of versions of ourselves that were built on survival instead of trust.
Yet in the midst of it all, God teaches us to depend on Him. He teaches us that His peace truly surpasses all understanding. He teaches us that confidence is not found in perfection, applause, or achievement, but in knowing whose we are.
And little by little, as we surrender more of ourselves to Him, we begin to see clearly again.
We start to see ourselves the way He does. We see the growth. We see the healing. We see His faithfulness.
And we receive His grace to become. All that He purposed us to be.
What new thing is God doing in your life? Who are you becoming?
I have been a little more intentional lately about getting natural Vitamin D by sitting in the sun while I wait for my train. So on mornings like the one I had today — when I wake up worrying, stressed, and having to drag myself out of bed — I definitely need a little bit of God’s medicine.
Benefits of Vitamin D:
• Helps your body absorb calcium for healthy bones. • Supports your immune system, muscles, and heart. • Can also help boost serotonin, helping you feel good and brighten your day — literally.
Sometimes sunshine, fresh air, prayer, and a quiet moment with God can help more than we realize.
And hey, don’t forget to drink your water. Another mission of mine. Drink my water and mind my business.
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Sometimes, the best wisdom comes from women who have walked through the valley and are still learning to keep their eyes on the hills. Welcome to our new series: Valley Hill Apartments!
Jas removed the last clip-in extension from her hair and stared at her reflection, a full head of curls framing her face. For a moment, she could almost see her younger self standing in the same bathroom, smoke curling from a hot comb as she fought humidity and prayed for a life far away from Valley Hills.
Back then, she thought escape meant freedom.
Now she understood: no matter how far you run, God has a way of bringing you exactly where you need to be.
A loud bang at the door shattered her thoughts.
“Jasmine Marie! Open this door!”
Jas froze. Only her mother used her full name.
She opened the door slowly, but her mother pushed inside anyway.
“You move back and don’t tell me?”
Jas admitted softly. “I didn’t know how to face everybody.”
Her mother crossed her arms. “Face us for what?”
Jas looked around the apartment, boxes stacked against worn walls.
“After Joseph died everything fell apart. I spent so much time running from grief, running from this place.” Her voice cracked. “But I think God brought me back for a reason.”
The anger left her mother’s face almost instantly.
“I told you a long time ago,” she said gently, pulling Jas into a hug. “You can always come back home.”
Outside, tenants had gathered beside the building around folding tables crowded with food and laughter. One by one, old faces recognized her.
“Jas?!”
“Girl, is that you?”
Then someone asked the question she’d been dreading.
“Where’s Joe?”
Jas swallowed hard and told them everything.
When she finished, nobody judged her. They prayed with her, hugged her, fed her, and promised to help restore the building together.
Tanya handed Jas a bowl of baked macaroni and cheese.
One bite in, warm and familiar, and for the first time in a long while… Jas felt home.
Sis, you can always come back home. And sometimes, home is a place where a new you can still have hope and love.
Sometimes, the best wisdom comes from women who have walked through the valley and are still learning to keep their eyes on the hills. Welcome to our new series: Valley Hill Apartments!
This week, we will have no featured story or poem as it is Mother’s Day weekend. The writers and ladies of Valley Hills Apartments Series pray that you have a blessed and beautiful Mother’s Day.
We also send our sincere prayers up for those who have lost their children or who have lost their mothers.