Fiery, Fierce, and Five Foot-Nothing.

December 1, 2014. It started like any other Monday. It was a typical day of work then going home to take care of some household chores. Then, my brother and sister-in-law walked through the door and when they greeted me, I knew my world was about to change. "Nae, grandma passed away this afternoon."  That phrase crippled me. I didn't burst into tears or fall to the floor in despair. I simply froze and then I calmly wept. The previous weekend was Thanksgiving and we traveled back to our hometown to visit family and see grandma. She was in the hospital and the doctors said there was nothing else they could do for her, so the decision was made to put her on hospice. By this time, she was sleeping a lot due to the pain medications she was on and she wasn't very responsive. I remember looking at my grandma and feeling like she wasn't really there. She was only a fraction of the person I had known her to be. Looking into her eyes was like looking through a piece

Identity .  What does this word mean? Dictionary.com defines identity as, "the condition of being oneself or itself, and not another."  Our identity is the very core of who we are. It is the makeup of our soul. In order to know our true identity, we must first know where  our identity comes from.  God. He is our Creator. He is the One who knows everything about us because he is the one who breathed us into existence. God is the one who gives us our identity. Let's take a look at a few verses that provide the evidence of our identity in Christ:  So God created human beings in his own image. In the image of God he created them; male and female he created them.  -Genesis 1:27 NLT God decided in advance to adopt us into his own family by bringing us to himself through Jesus Christ. This is what he wanted to do, and it gave him great pleasure.  -Ephesians 1:5 NLT But to all who believed him and accepted him, he gave the right to become children of Go

As a woman, I have felt the pressure to be who the world says I should be. I have seen images and heard voices tell me what I should look like and how I should dress. I have been told that I am nothing. I have been treated as though I am "just a woman", meaning I have no value or place in this world. I have been used, degraded, and verbally beaten down. I have believed that I am nothing and that I am not needed.  I became the broken woman.   I have seen and experienced this type of woman. I have been and have met the woman who lacks all self-esteem. Broken women are everywhere and can easily be recognized. A broken woman typically has poor posture, stares at the ground while walking, and does not go out of her way to engage in conversations or activities. She is usually quiet, reserved, and does everything to avoid drawing attention to herself. However, she is not the only type of broken woman.  There is also the defiant broken woman. The self-proclaimed 'Miss Indep

This blog has been a long-time coming, but now is the time for me to take a step and move toward my passion; becoming a writer. I have felt that writing is something God specifically placed within my being when He created me and I don't want it to be all for not.  What is the purpose for my blog, you ask? Well, let me tell you. I don't know everything, in fact, I probably don't know much of anything. I do know that I love writing. I love a good joke. Laughing and smiling are my favorite and I appreciate a good sense of humor. I love listening when others need an ear. I love speaking of personal experiences and voicing my opinion when acceptable. I love talking about the things of God and communicating to others about what I feel God is telling me, or what He is working on inside of me.  Let me tell you a little bit about myself... I was born and raised in small-town Southwest Kansas, but I felt a yearning to live in a city my whole life. Now that I look back,