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'God'Sip & Tea

Sip the Tea and Find the truth

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  • From Trauma to “Soccer Momma”: A Story of Grace, Grief, and a New Kind of Motherhood

    ​Hey there, fellow mamas! Pour yourself a cuppa, because we’re about to get real. My name is Jessica Nevith, and I’m a mom of nine – yes, NINE! – and a mental health coach for youth… well, for you, actually. I work with moms, because let’s face it, if mama ain’t happy, ain’t nobody happy. Read more

  • A Cup of Truth from the Humble Beginnings

    ​Pour yourself a cup, because this is from the soul. There’s a powerful truth I’ve learned on my journey: people often walk around carrying the weight of others’ hope and faith, only to get so lost in the praise that they lose sight of the mission. They turn up the volume of their own success Read more

  • The Body Remembers: Finding Grace in Our Wounds

    Life moves on. The mind and soul might begin to heal, but the body—that’s a different story. It holds onto the past, a silent witness to every hurt and every wrong. For those of us who have walked through deep pain, this is a truth we feel in our bones. We can pray, go to Read more

  • From the Pits of Hell to a Place of Hope

    To anyone suffering in the here and now, I have some good news for you: these days will pass. You will look back on this time and say, “What a trial that was!” I know this because I have been there. I was at a point of suicide, with a path that looked gloomy and Read more

  • The Waiting Room and the Healer

    “I’m done with the church,” she said, her voice shaking slightly. She stirred her tea. The spoon clinked against the porcelain a little too loudly. The pain in her eyes was unmistakable. “I went there hoping to find God. Instead, I found people who claimed to be His followers hurting me.” Her words weren’t a Read more

  • The Waiting Room and the Healer

    “I’m done with the church,” she said, her voice shaking slightly. She stirred her tea, the spoon clinking against the porcelain a little too loudly, and the pain in her eyes was unmistakable. “I went there hoping to find God, and all I found was people who were supposed to be His followers hurting me.”Her Read more

  • Unpacking the Myth of the “Helpful” Hand

    Have you ever had someone do something for you, only to feel like you’ve been saddled with a silent debt? They act like their help came from the goodness of their heart, but in the subtle, unspoken moments, their true intentions reveal themselves. Maybe it’s the way they treat your children, the burdens they conveniently Read more