Real Talk
Real Talk is where we strip the fluff and speak truth. From relationships to redemption, habits to healing — this is the space for raw, honest, spirit-led conversations.
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My Return Is My Resurrection:
How I Came Back From What Tried to Destroy MeWhat tried to destroy me became the reason I transformed. This is my story of surviving abandonment, grief, shame, and silent battles while learning to trust God through it all.
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Releasing What Was Never Yours.
Many people confuse strength with endurance. We learn early to carry emotional weight that isn’t ours — other people’s reactions, expectations, and unresolved pain. Over time, this becomes normal. Survival looks like productivity. Growth looks like silence. And self-abandonment gets mistaken for resilience. Personal growth begins when you realize you don’t have to carry everything to be strong. For a long time, I carried things that were never mine. Not because I had to, but because holding everything together felt like the only way to stay grounded. Other people’s emotions. Their chaos. Their choices. Somewhere along the way, strength became synonymous with self-sacrifice. That kind of strength doesn’t break you…
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✨ When Rising Feels Like a Battle
For every soul too tired to rise, this is your reminder: God meets us in the heaviness. This post is a balm for the weary, with a devotional, scripture, and prayer to help you rise again — slowly, gently, faithfully.
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Discernment in the Dark: Praying Through the Pain
There are days when my body aches so deeply I can barely move. When my chest feels heavy with sorrow. When anxiety swells like waves crashing over my mind, and depression lingers like a fog refusing to lift. It is in these moments — the midnight hours of the soul — that I am reminded of the sacred necessity of discernment and the power of relentless prayer. Discernment isn’t always a loud revelation. Sometimes, it’s a whisper through the tears. It’s the strength to say, “God, I don’t understand this pain, but I trust You.” We are not called to walk through suffering alone. We are called to pray —…
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The Tears God Collects
A Soul Devotional from I Rise and Roar There are sacred seasons when the tears don’t ask for permission — they fall quietly in the dark, or boldly in the daylight, when life becomes a weight too heavy to hold. And in those fragile moments, you may wonder — Do these tears matter? Does anyone see me? But Beloved, the Word says otherwise. “You keep track of all my sorrows. You have collected all my tears in Your bottle. You have recorded each one in Your book.” — Psalm 56:8 (NLT) Every tear you’ve wept in silence, every ache you’ve carried in the unseen — Heaven has noticed. God has…
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Besties, I’m Back — But Let’s Pause for a Moment
Before we dive back into our usual tasks, I feel led to talk about something pressing on my heart: the difference between knowing God and fearing God. Sometimes we say we know God. We go to church, wear the cross, post the verses, and speak His name. But knowing God isn’t just recognition — it’s reflection. If we truly know Him, then our lives begin to look like His love. “The fear of the Lord is the beginning of wisdom.” — Proverbs 9:10 To fear God doesn’t mean to be scared of Him — it means to reverence Him. To honor His word above our own will. When we fear…
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Asking Myself—and You— Who Are You?
Titles. Names. Roles. We layer them on like veils: Mother. Wife. Daughter. Grandmother. Sister. Auntie. Niece. God‑Mother. But… who are you when all of that is set aside? For me, the answer is simple yet profound: I Am a Child of God. That remains, beyond everything. Once our titles fall away, we are left with a spirit, longing—always longing—to return to the Source that shaped our breath, our heartbeat, our being. “The path we walk seems like it never ends—shallow here, deep there, twisted in places, strewn with leaps that demand courage. But I ask: Who am I, truly?” I am a spirit—naked and untethered—seeking the road that leads back…
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When Women Rise Together
There was a time when women gathered like rivers — flowing with compassion, washing one another’s wounds with words of wisdom, and feeding each other’s children as if they were their own. But somewhere along the way, something shifted. Today, we find ourselves quick to criticize and slow to comfort. We whisper behind closed doors about our sister’s pain instead of showing up with a pot of food and a prayer. We watch our neighbors struggle — emotionally, financially, physically — and we remain silent. We offer no advice, no hug, no hand. What happened to the village? What happened to the circle of women who uplifted each other with…
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When You’re Getting Closer to God
There’s a quiet warfare that begins the moment your soul starts to rise. When you get closer to God, the enemy knows it can’t touch you— so it reaches for what’s near: your family, your peace, your joy, your mind. It’s not just an attack; it’s a strategy. Because you are covered, the enemy looks for cracks in the ones you love. It stirs confusion, plants doubt, and fuels division—anything to distract you from your divine path. But here’s what you must remember: there is nothing God can’t handle. The weapon may form, but it will not prosper. The tears may fall, but they are not in vain. The storm…
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When the Spirit Breaks: A Journey to the Higher Self
There comes a time in every soul’s life when the breaking becomes too loud to ignore. When grief clutches the heart with both hands, and the silence of heaven feels unbearable. You stand still. You weep. You wonder if you’ll ever rise again. But beloved, the breaking is sacred. It’s not the end. It’s the threshold. A cracked spirit makes room for the light to enter. A shattered heart expands into surrender. And surrender is where the Higher Self waits—with arms wide, and a whisper that says: “Come home to Me.” “He heals the brokenhearted and binds up their wounds.” — Psalm 147:3 Finding your Higher Self isn’t about perfection.…