We live in a world that moves fast. Instant downloads, overnight shipping, same-day delivery. We’ve been conditioned to believe that if it doesn’t happen quickly, it must not be working. But what happens when your prayers, your plans, and your deepest desires don’t arrive on schedule?

What do you do when the clock on your wall doesn’t match the calendar in God’s hand?

Sis, when was the last time you really rested; not just slept, but exhaled?

We live in a world that glorifies the grind. Hustle culture tells us that if we’re not producing, we’re falling behind. But Scripture reminds us of a different truth: rest is holy. Rest is not laziness. Rest is not weakness. Rest is not an afterthought. Rest is a spiritual discipline, a sacred pause that allows us to reconnect with God, our purpose, and ourselves.

Today, I want to invite you into a deeper understanding of why rest matters and how embracing it can strengthen your walk with Christ.

We live in a world where a double-tap can feel like approval and a scroll can spark comparison. It is easy to measure our worth by how many people follow us, share our content, or comment on our photos. But the truth is, social media validation fades. What matters most is not how many likes we gather but the legacy we leave.

Sis, at the end of the day, our lives will not be measured by Instagram grids or TikTok views. They will be remembered by the love we gave, the prayers we prayed, and the faith we carried. God has called us to build something eternal. The question is, are we chasing likes or building legacy?

Life does not slow down just because we want it to. Between work deadlines, family obligations, ministry commitments, and trying to carve out a little time for ourselves, it can feel like we are running on empty. You wake up tired, you go to bed with a to-do list still on your mind, and somewhere in the shuffle you wonder, Lord, where do I fit You into this?

I remember being 21, fresh with zeal and fire, sitting on my twin-sized dorm bed with my Bible, a journal, and three highlighters. I would wake up early, press play on my favorite gospel playlist, and spend a solid hour “in devotion.” Back then, my time with God looked like something out of a women’s conference promo: quiet, focused, and uninterrupted.

But sis… let’s be real. That version of devotion doesn’t always fit anymore.

We don’t talk enough about what it feels like to be in between that strange, sacred space between where we’ve been and where we’re going. That’s where Ruth met God. And that’s where many of us find Him, too.

Ruth’s story, tucked beautifully into just four chapters of the Old Testament, is often told with a romantic glow: a faithful woman meets a noble man, and they live out a divine love story. But if you really slow down, you’ll see Ruth’s journey wasn’t polished. It was raw, full of unknowns, and laced with loss. She didn’t start in a fairytale. She started in heartbreak.

Feeling exhausted from always being strong? Discover why it's time for Black women to release the pressure, embrace softness, and find true healing.

There’s something sacred about being a woman. Something beautifully complex and divinely powerful that no mirror, magazine, or media message can fully capture. Being a woman, especially a woman of faith, means carrying both fire and tenderness in our bones. It means walking with wisdom and wonder, wearing strength and softness like a garment woven by God Himself.

Let’s start with a truth that too many of us learned the hard way: not every yes is sacred, and not every no is a sin.

For a long time, I believed that being a "Good Christian Woman" meant saying yes to everyone and everything, serving at every event, answering every call, and overextending myself in the name of ministry, family, and friendship. I wore burnout like a badge of honor and mistook exhaustion for devotion.

Sis, let’s talk. Not the social media highlight reel talk. Not the “I’m too blessed to be stressed” kind of conversation. But the raw, tear-stained pillow, hands-lifted-in-frustration, “Lord, do You even hear me?” kind of talk.

Infertility in Black women is a silent and painful struggle that deserves visibility. Learn the facts, hear the stories, and find faith-filled hope and healing in this empowering guide.

If you’ve ever been part of a sorority, you know the power of sisterhood. The chants, the line dances, the all-nighters for service projects and probate prep—it’s more than just tradition. It’s family. It’s love. It’s accountability. But what if the bond that held you together as line sisters could also lay the foundation for something greater—Kingdom sisterhood?

I have been married since February 2013, and my husband and I have been trying to expand our family for six years. Before we got married, we’d decided to wait two years before we would try to get pregnant. But that changed about six months after we said: “I Do.” I was excited, nervous, and a bit scared to embark on this journey to motherhood.

Millennials are the largest generation since the baby boomers and we are making our mark on the world and the church. Every woman that stands beside her husband in ministry, has been called by God to a position of authority that requires wisdom, courage, sacrifice, commitment, responsibility, and understanding.