SignsOfStrength

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  • ✨ Let’s Talk About Grief 😔 (Holiday Edition)

    Let’s talk about grief…
    Not the kind people gloss over, but the kind that sits in your chest and refuses to move.
    The kind that changes you.

    My own grief — losing my mom — was the kind that stays with you.
    It doesn’t fade just because time passes.
    It doesn’t disappear because people say “be strong.”
    Some days it hurts… and some days it holds you.
    Because grief is really just love with nowhere to go.

    And during the holidays, that grief gets louder.
    The empty chairs feel bigger.
    The silence feels heavier.
    The memories hit harder.
    People are smiling on the outside while carrying a storm on the inside.

    There was a time I was mad at God for taking my mom.
    I didn’t understand it.
    I was angry, numb, and trying to pray through a pain I didn’t even have words for.
    But even in that place, I kept reading scripture — not because I felt strong, but because I didn’t know what else to do.

    And this is the scripture that helped me breathe again:

    Revelation 21:4 — “He will wipe every tear from their eyes…”

    That verse reminded me that God saw every tear I cried in the dark.
    It reminded me that my mom is not suffering.
    It reminded me that one day, all this pain, all this grief, all this aching… will be no more.

    That scripture didn’t take the grief away, but it held me together when I felt like I was falling apart.
    It gave me something to hold onto when nothing made sense.

    So if you’re grieving this holiday season — missing someone you can’t call, can’t hug, can’t hear anymore — hear me clearly:

    You’re not invisible.
    You’re not weak.
    You’re not “behind.”
    You’re grieving — and that’s human.

    God sits with you in the parts nobody sees.
    He hears the tears you don’t talk about.
    He understands the ache you can’t explain.
    And He holds the pieces you’re still trying to gather.

    You’re allowed to feel what you feel.
    You’re allowed to miss who you miss.
    And you’re allowed to heal at your own pace.

    ✨ Let’s Pray

    Lord, wrap Your arms around every person grieving this season.
    Hold the ones who feel empty, strengthen the ones who feel numb,
    and comfort the ones who are trying to smile through their pain.
    Remind them that You see every tear, even the silent ones.
    Remind them that their loved one is safe with You, whole with You,
    and that one day, You will wipe every tear from their eyes.
    Give them peace tonight — the kind that settles the heart and steadies the soul.
    Amen.

    ✨Remember

    Your grief is proof that you loved deeply… and that love didn’t die.
    It’s still here, still alive, still holding you — one memory at a time.

  • “Hope Lives Here “

    Let’s Talk About Hope

    Even if you’re not spiritual…even if you don’t read scripture…even if you don’t believe the way I believe…the word HOPE still carries power.

    Hope is what keeps a person moving when life tries to stop them.It’s the quiet belief that tomorrow can be better than what you’re facing today.

    Recently, I started reading Lamentations 3:21–23, and it taught me that even in deep pain, God’s mercy still reaches for us. It shows that suffering is real, loss is real, grief is real — but so is His compassion.

    There was a time, many years ago, when I was angry with my mom because she made the decision to sign a DNR. At that moment, I thought she had lost hope. I didn’t understand how someone could be tired enough to stop fighting.

    But as I got older, I matured.I realized she wasn’t giving up on life — she was giving up on suffering.

    She stayed long enough to build a stronger relationship with us.She stayed long enough to love us through her pain.She stayed long enough to leave peace behind.

    And the time she lost with us… she got it back.But that made losing her even harder.

    She didn’t lose hope.She held onto it in the only way she could.

    Through everything I’ve lived through, God showed me that HOPE is more than a word — it’s a reminder.

    I came up with what each letter means to me, and I pray it helps you too:

    H — His LoveThe love that covers me and carries me.

    O — The Obstacles we will faceBecause life will test us, but God strengthens us.

    P — His PromisesThe ones He made long before I ever knew I’d need them.

    E — His Everlasting LoveThe love that never runs out, never changes, never fails.

    That’s why I hold on.That’s why I keep going.That’s why hope still lives in me.

    Let’s Pray

    Lord, thank You for the hope that refuses to die in us.When life feels heavy, lift our spirits again.Strengthen our hearts, steady our minds,and let Your mercy meet us every morning.Help us hold on to hope, because in the end,You are still there — never letting go of us.Amen.

    Happy Hope Morning.May this be the day someone feels hope rise again.

  • Hello World!

    My writing journey began as a little girl who often felt alone—writing became my sanctuary, my place to process, pray, and express what I couldn’t say out loud. Over time, it grew into a spiritual gift and a tool for encouragement. Today, I’m a business strategist, licensed Realtor, and loan professional — offering consulting through several companies, Whether I’m helping clients secure funding, protect their property, or building a brand, writing remains at the center of everything I do. It’s how I advocate, encourage, and equip. I’ve raised two daughters who carry this same creative fire: my oldest is a singer, songwriter, and author, & actress and my youngest loves to create stories and write with a natural imagination and ease. Something I once laid down now lives boldly inside of them. Writing is our legacy. It’s how we heal, connect, and uplift.

  • ✨ Let’s Talk About It: I Built This Blog Because They Made Me

    Let’s talk about it.
    I didn’t wake up one morning and say, “You know what? Let me go build a whole blog today.”
    No ma’am. No sir.

    I built this blog because every writing job I applied for said the same thing:
    “Please include a link to your blog.”

    A blog?
    Me?
    In this economy?

    But here we are.
    And honestly… maybe they knew something I didn’t.

    Because once I started setting this up — the name, the pages, the stories — I realized something:
    I’ve been blogging my whole life.
    In my notes.
    In my prayers.
    In my poems.
    In my “Let’s Talk About It” & my Road

    Sign Series & Iamthemotivationplug.

    So yes, I built this blog because the jobs told me to.
    But I’m keeping it because God told me to use my voice.
    Because women need a place to breathe again.
    Because my story has weight.
    Because my words have work to do.

    Welcome to Signs of Strength.
    Let’s talk about it.

  • Welcome to Signs of Strength: This is the beginning of a space for healing, truth, and real conversation. I’m glad you’re here.

    “Let’s Talk About It “