'God'Sip & Tea

Sip the Tea and Find the truth

#GodSipAndTea

  • ​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

  • Hey “God’Sip and Tea” family, ​Today, I want to share something deeply personal, a journey that has been both incredibly challenging and profoundly healing. It’s about a part of myself that was wounded for a long time, but which God is now resurrecting for His glory: my Puerto Rican heritage. ​For years, that label “Puerto… Read more

  • Lately, the news has been hitting a little different. It’s not about who’s right or who’s wrong anymore, but something in my spirit knows—this is bigger than politics. This is about life. About breath. This is about the image of God in every human being. ​When someone’s life is taken, especially in a public and… Read more

  • The Placement of the Heart

    In the great, sprawling game of life, we are all first-person players. We navigate the world through our own eyes, making choices and reacting to what comes our way. And while the scenery might be different for each of us, the fundamental “player types” are surprisingly similar. These aren’t defined by looks or background, but… Read more

  • 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

  • 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

  • For most of my life, I was lost. Not in a metaphorical sense, but literally. I was a runaway, a homeless teen walking the streets, feeling as though I had no direction and no purpose. I was raised in a way that left me confused, a way I didn’t understand. My mom practiced things that… Read more

  • The Uneven Ledger

    What she went through was nothing compared to what she did to me. But who is keeping the score? This question gets to the heart of what I’ve come to call “the uneven ledger” the biased way we account for our relationships. People tend to forget what they do to others, but they never forget… Read more

  • They say you can’t go back, but for me, it’s not about going back. It’s about a fast-forward from 25 to my 40s. A blink of an eye, and I realized I’ve lived 20 twice. Baebee, the things I’ve seen, the dramas I’ve been through… You couldn’t write this script. The growing pains, the gut-wrenching… Read more

  • My Act of Self-Grace

    What do you enjoy most about writing? For me, writing wasn’t just a passion; it was my salvation. I remember the times my mother would beat me and the days I went hungry. In those moments, I would eat the words on pages to feed my mind and regurgitate them to express myself. Writing became… Read more