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In honor of Mother’s Day, this week’s blog message is geared toward encouraging you, sister, to launch again into the unknown. Uncertainty has a funny way of crippling women of God to a point of stagnancy. And because women carry the misnomer of caring for everyone else first, their kingdom assignment can often suffer delay. Somewhere down the line, before we even knew it, the spark was gone. And for some, that joy-sucking moment happened at a tender age, when instead of bloo

When I thought I’d seen it all on social media, I stumbled onto one of the wildest clips yet. A young influencer—calm, composed—was crouched on the side of the road, petting a stray possum as if it were her household pet. Not a baby, but a full-grown, wild possum—completely out of place in her hands. And as strange as it was, what struck me wasn’t just the behavior—it was the recognition that, spiritually, we do the same thing. We try to domesticate what was never meant to be

I heard something this week that germinated in my spirit, so I thought: Why not share with you all? It’s about performing art. Not the kind that steals your breath away, but the kind that dulls access to the glory of God. Which kind is that? The kind many Christians have been hiding under. The performing arts-spiritual specialty. Christians have become performers. The cast of the Secret Place. And some of us truly are Oscar-winning performers. Nothing but a show, from a peop