As always there’s lots of reflection happing over here. I need to circle back to my 2020 end-of-the-year post. There are plenty of sayings I had this year and some experiences that led this year to be very challenging for my mental health. This year was the first time I considered taking meds for my cyclical depression and verbalized that to others. It was a year of seeing a lot of expectations missed and blown up in my face. But there were moments…and those moments were tea light candles on my path this year. So what am I into for…
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This is a collaborative post to my blog, spurned by a light-hearted conversation and a visual of me anointing my door post this Passover with Lysol. All jokes aside, there are many parallels in our world today to the world of Israel leaving Egypt. I’ve pulled our thoughts together here. You will find some direct quotes from my brother Lloyd and my dear friend Sophia. May God continue to be our deliverer and may we acknowledge, observe, and share the Passover tradition as Christ did leading up to Ressurection. Nathalie The majority of today’s world (that grew up outside of…
One CommentA personal testimony is a journey. Since a young age I’ve been rapping and this is sort of like the recap. When people ask me about my tattoos I tell them its like they’ve always been there and someone just revealed them. Same, same. The good art just feels like its always been there, but now its just being revealed. Amazing enough you can always sing along with a song you know. So the first encounter was Praying for You by Lecrae. I knew from the first verse he was talking about himself. We’re inherently selfish aren’t we? Maybe we…
Leave a CommentTo awaken within A history A destination Predestined You saw it, You saw it right through me. Discernment In love. You knew I had something A value A blessing I saw my past, The pain and misstepping. Who knew I had something to been seen. My soul hid it there. A treasure for only you to see. In the end a blessing. Your eyes penetrated my soul, They noticed you saw something. You stepped out of place, And I stood there unaware of the pain you would heal. I can’t imagine what it was when you saw it But I…
Leave a CommentClean & Clear, Noxema, & Purpose all for the surface. That is cleaning my face for someplace I have to go. Sweats, bra, and shoes. No socks needed. That attitude’s depleted. Foundation, mascara, lip gloss–must be poppin’, but its like I’ll never finish shopping. Hair, nails, and toes All of a sudden I’ve booked shows, with no one to go…with. WITH seems to be the issue. no pain on tissues, no silent ‘I miss you’s” Just ‘you’re with…?!’ Amazing, unbelievable, congratulations I must be missing, what they’re now wishing was their WITH. Time, money, and clothes, I know it’s not…
Leave a CommentI’m sitting here listening to my usual rap playlist and Andy Mineo’s Uncomfortable comes on. There’s been a lot more conversation about social issues in media, and I think people have finally stopped caring if their opinions will offend anyone. We are vocal in our beliefs and opinions, holding them as gold. But what happens when we take a look at Andy’s lyrics in a societal setting. I mean he doesn’t make his music for Christians only. Nobody told me you could die like this Nobody told me you could die from bliss, yeah Nobody told me, nobody told me…
Leave a CommentBy popular demand I will blog my life over the next month. I’m not trying to be overbearing, just transparent. There have been a lot of days I’ve spent pondering about this dream trip and what it means to me. To finally come to the point of getting on the plane is priceless. I have so many emotions funneling. The first is extreme gratitude for all of my family and friends who have helped me financially be able to afford the trip. They were God sent and Gracious donations. I do not mind being your representative. The second emotion would…
One CommentToday (Jan 26th) I came to visit Mother Teresa’s tomb. While the area of the city was not overly impressive, upon entering the mission the weight of the building and atmosphere was incredible. It’s not like coming into a place of worship but an overwhelming sense of oppression and gloom. I’ve prayed many times before for the gift of discernment, to understand the truth behind words, intentions, and places, but here this negative atmosphere does not seem to be unspiritual or better said, ungodly. It is just weighty. Maybe the Catholics call it purgatory… Like there is a burden of…
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