Unedited. Unapologetic. Unfolding in Real Time.

This isn’t a blog—it’s a digital altar. A living scroll. A sacred record of awakening, healing, and the weighty walk of a prophetic call.

I’m not writing from the finish line. I’m not tying up lessons with bows or preaching what I’ve already mastered. I’m documenting the fire, the fight, the heartbreak, and the holy revelations as the Lord walks me through them.

Some entries will sound like tear-stained prayers. Others will read like war cries. All of them are true.

I don’t share this for sympathy—I share it for the remnant. For the ones who were abandoned, overlooked, spiritually gaslit, and told to be quiet. For the women who know they’re being called but have no map, no mentor, no model.

This is my map. This is the cost. This is the becoming.

Welcome to the upper room of the internet.
We don’t do performative healing here.
We do holy transformation.

Come in. Take your shoes off. Breathe slowly.
And if you feel the fire… stay.