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Walking in Faith Even When Others Don’t Uplift You
We all know the drill when it comes to dealing with people—in the workplace, at home, or out in public. It’s a mixed bag of emotions: moments of joy and peace, cooperation, teamwork, alternating with strife, rejection, competitiveness, slander, jealousy, and more. Yet somehow, we manage to get through the day without pinning someone by the neck against the wall. Haha. Don’t you think there’s a God holding the reins against evil? He keeps things tidy, and we get glimpses of grace throughout our mostly messy human existence. Story-time: Preparing for the Contest Recently, I had an English speech contest for the kids I teach. I had coached them for…
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From Striving to Rest: His Strength in Our Weakness
Some mornings, I wake up feeling like the weight of the world is on my shoulders. I’ve spent so much time striving, pushing, and trying to prove I’ve got it all under control. But God’s Word reminds me that true strength isn’t found in what I can do—it’s found in surrender. His strength is made perfect in our weakness. Waking Up in His Presence This morning, I woke up well-rested, still basking in the worship atmosphere of the night before. Recently, I started rereading the Bible, holding on to God’s promise: “If you seek Me, you will find Me.” Scripture also reminds us that “we do not receive because we…
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Dear Solo Mama: Knowing your Identity in Christ.
Let This Be Your Gentle Nudge Back to Wholeness and Hope. Many times I have come across messages both offline and online that disparage, exile and belittle mothers especially single mothers. A message with a target to destroy and taint and to dismiss any attempts at knowing your worth and identity in Christ as a single mother. Today, you get to find out that your identity in Christ is still intact. I’m a woman who’s navigated cultures, questioned systems, and learned—often the hard way—that identity rooted in God is the only thing that never shifts. I’ve worked abroad, lived away from family, and wrestled with human ways and dogmatic religious…
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How Japanese Culture Taught Me to Be Still
Photo by Nina Fiedler from Pexels. When I came to Japan, I found myself thinking deeply about how Japanese culture taught me to be still. I come from a culture where expressiveness and warmth are a kind of social currency. Then I landed in Japan—where composure, emotional attunement to atmosphere, and silence often say more than words. Ironically, Japanese people tend to expect foreigners to be more expressive or even loud by their standards. When stillness became confrontation At first, the silence here felt refreshing—a kind of haven. But slowly, it began pressing inward. The quiet began to mirror my inner chaos, insecurities, and unresolved emotions. It felt like I…
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God Centered Female Friendship That Heals and Elevates
Finding Soul-Nourishing Sisterhood as a Solo Mama A God centered female friendship that nourishes is the ideal we would all want. But many of our friendships with other women are unfortunately marred by undertones of tension, misalignment, jealousy, fakeness, cattiness, gossip, pity parties, enabling, or even celebrating poor choices.Yet, we know how deeply valuable female friendships can be. We instinctively seek them out—not only for companionship but also for emotional safety. There’s a natural trust in confiding in another woman, especially when we’ve learned that some male friendships eventually shift into attraction, blurring boundaries and disrupting the original dynamic. Women understand our inner worlds. They mirror our joys, our battles,…
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I Was Here: The Call to Purpose, Passion, and Leaving Your Mark
Carvings on Desks and the Legacy We Leave Behind When we were young and in school, we would often come across carvings etched on wooden desks, chairs, long-dried concrete, or even on trees. They always followed a simple format: Name. I was here. Year A to Year B. That was it. Nothing poetic or philosophical—just a name imprinted in time. I did the same, carving mine on my elementary school desk. That was the stage in life where I felt most alive, full of wonder and adventure. I truly lived. “Teach us to number our days, that we may gain a heart of wisdom.” — Psalm 90:12 A Gentle Reminder of Our…
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A Tribute to Resilient and Feminine Women: Breaking Free and Thriving
Image by freepik on Freepik A Mother’s Influence Long after my marriage ended—when I was well past the grief stage and onto acceptance—my African mom playfully teased me. She said that my ex went out hunting for a girl and ended up picking an elephant. We both burst out laughing. Moments like these with my kind and gentle mother still linger in my mind. She has always been a wholesome parent, giving me enough space to express myself while applying just the right amount of firmness without ever forcing my hand. I don’t even think my mom ever spanked me. She scolded me when necessary, but that was about it.…
