In a world full of voices, opinions, experts, and unsolicited advice, there is a word that describes a very real problem we all face, especially when we are trying to grow, pivot, heal, or elevate. Ultracrepidarianism. It sounds complex, but the meaning is simple. Ultracrepidarianism is when someone confidently gives advice or opinions about something they know absolutely nothing about. In other words: People talking loud and wrong. People speaking on your life, your purpose,

Most people hear the word exculpatory in courtrooms, law shows, or police reports. But the truth is — exculpatory evidence isn’t just legal. It shows up in our spiritual walk, our relationships, our healing, and even in how we tell our own story. So let’s break it down. 🔍 What Does “Exculpatory” Mean? Exculpatory means: Evidence or information that clears someone from blame, guilt, wrongdoing, or accusation. It is the thing that proves you didn’t do what you were accused of,

It’s okay if today didn’t go as planned. It’s okay if your heart feels tired. It’s okay if you don’t recognize your own reflection because you’re carrying so much responsibility. Growth doesn’t always look like progress. Sometimes growth looks like surviving something you never asked for. Sometimes it looks like resting, crying, being still, or stepping back. Every season won’t feel like harvest but trust that the soil is working even when you can’t see it. 💛 You Are Needed

There’s something sacred about the journey of self-discovery. It’s not a one-time event or a single moment of clarity it’s a daily walk. It’s waking up each morning and choosing to listen, heal, and realign with who you were created to be. For a long time, I chased purpose through achievements, titles, and validation. I thought my value came from what I did  instead of who I was . But the deeper I went into life’s storms, the more I realized that peace not applause is where t

Some illnesses announce themselves—casts, scars, chemo hats. Others live in the quiet places of a person’s day: the pause before getting out of bed, the smile that masks a storm, the energy spike that feels like a super-power right before it burns the house down. No two people “wear” breast cancer the same way; no two people even catch a cold the same way. Mental health is the same—only it’s worn internally. I believe this: if I didn’t have Jesus, my story would read differen