Tainted Witness

Tainted Witness

Have you ever felt like you tainted your witness for Christ?

 Allow me to translate; simply put, you had an opportunity to take stand for Christ; and shamefully you do not.  As you read this blog, I hope my story resonates with you as a faithful believer yourself. One that is equally striving to please God with your life, never compromising your faith or tainting your witness!  As followers of Christ, I believe it is our duty as His “disciples” to represent Christ well.   

Get Out Of Your Own Way

Get Out Of Your Own Way

Isn’t it interesting how people always talk about their haters? Songs are written about them, arguments have started because of them, and we see memes on social media concerning haters daily. How many have heard or even used the saying, “My haters are my elevators?” Yes. I have too.

I want to let you in on a little secret. Your haters are not the problem. You are.

I know I probably lost you right there but hear me out. I once heard a wise woman named Pastor Regina Harris say “Haters are not my elevators. That means they would determine how high I can go.” That totally blew my mind. I, too, have gotten on the “my haters” train and that knocked the wheels off my caboose. We give haters too much power. No one determines my success, purpose, or how far I rise.

"Cuz we are living in a material world and I am a... material girl who is living below my means" - Tips to Living a #LAMFreeLife

"Cuz we are living in a material world and I am a... material girl who is living below my means" - Tips to Living a #LAMFreeLife

I work very hard. I deserve to have nice things. I remember my first promotion at work and immediately planning a shopping spree to break in my new salary.  I bought a new Coach tote bag, lots of shoes, work dresses, and jewelry.  It didn’t matter that I was paying only the minimum amounts on my student loans each month.  I was paying them, along with all my other bills.  I mean that’s more than some could say.  I was being responsible and this was my reward.  It felt good that I could pay all my bills on time and splurge a little.  I was living at my means, so I was good right? Not quite