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#HealingJourney

  • ​Our children. They are a gift from God, aren’t they? And as a mother, I have to confess, the greatest struggle of my life hasn’t been about them—it’s been about me. It has been the relentless, soul-deep work of getting myself right for them. Of actively, fiercely breaking the curses and dismantling the chains that Read more

  • You know that feeling when you’re all grown up, but your mom still calls to make sure you ate? That’s love, but it’s also a sign that her job’s not quite done. It’s a bit like our relationship with the church. We often think of the church as just a building, but what if she’s Read more

  • Enduring the Vessel

    Sometimes the simplest truths hit the hardest. We feel them in our bones, in our weary muscles, and in the scars that tell stories we don’t always want to share. A statement I’ve carried with me, one that feels profoundly true, is: ​”Inflictions to the flesh are just that. The flesh was made to be 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

  • 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

  • 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

  • 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

  • The world had a lot to say about me. They wrote me off, gave me labels, and decided my future for me.My story began with a foundation of pain. At nine years old, I was abused by my family. By twelve, my own mother beat me and threw me out, leaving me to face the Read more

  • A Soul’s Calling

    What profession do you admire most and why? I’ve been asked what profession I admire most, and my answer might surprise some, especially in a world that often values tangible success and material gain. I deeply admire pastors, and the reasons go to the very core of what it means to be human.Where doctors tend Read more

  • I know what it’s like to be a girl in the wilderness.Not the kind of wilderness you read about in novels, but the real, raw kind. The kind I entered at twelve years old, when I ran away from an abusive, drug-addicted mother. My world became the streets, a desperate fight for survival that lasted Read more