Merry Christmas, it’s me! <3 I don’t know about you but I spend so much time on my phone! Thanks to Apple’s screen time feature, I’m able to see just how much time. Granted, my job requires that I be on social media and design graphics and different things that I have to be on the phone or computer for but I really have no excuses on weekend and holiday…
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It’s the Most Wonderful Time of the Year!
Read moreMerry almost Christmas!! Who am I kidding, it’s December—break out the Christmas tunes, the Christmas clothes, drink the hot coco or the eggnog and enjoy the season! It’s one of my favorites! With that, I realized that my blog has been on the web for TWO YEARS NOW!!! What?? Not that I’ve been a consistent poster but like Elsa, I’m gonna let it go lol! Anyway, I noticed that I’d…
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God Is Working, right?
Read more“Are not two sparrows sold for a copper coin? And not one of them falls to the ground apart from your Father’s will. But the very hairs of your head are all numbered. Do not fear therefore; you are of more value than many sparrows.” (Matthew 10:29-31) I’ve often wondered why I sometimes act like God doesn’t see me or what’s going on in my life? Ultimately God created me…
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The Missing Ingredient
Read more“Thanksgiving is the language of faith.” — Sarah Pearsons If you’ve followed along on my journey for any point of time, you’ll know that I have big dreams. I can at times be this super optimistic, reach for the stars, fly to the moon, do the impossible type of dreamer. The thing is, I can actually SEE the dreams that I have in my heart. Like, I want to travel…
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Keep Going
Read more“Long time, no blog. Jaz, where you been at?” Some may be asking, or maybe it’s just me. 🙊Either way, my blog has been silent for a bit for many reasons the biggest being; I was going through some things within. On the surface, I was good or so I said. But within, I was discouraged, hurting and facing some things that “helped” me to neglect this space. I won’t go…
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Divorcing My Wounds
Read moreI once had a covenant with the things that were done to me. The hurt inflicted at the hands of another. I not only allowed the things that hurt to get the better of me, I also allowed them to define me. Life’s experiences were never meant to be the foundation on which we build our worth nor the place of where we find our value. The truth is, if…