February 6th marked 10 years in Daytona Beach. I could say a lot about what's happened over these last ten years, but I'll save that for the book I'm writing. What I will say is this: when God tells you to go, you pack your things and GO! Moving was one of the hardest things I ever had to do, but the best act of obedience and decision I've ever made. In the past 10 years, I've made some beautiful friends who became my second family, and worked with incredible families in the community. written books, been on TV, Podcasts, and in the newspaper, won an award for my work, helped plant a ministry, started a singles ministry, and even opened my own practice. Why does all that matter? Before I moved, I was praying, and nobody knew what I was praying about. I spoke with a friend for the first time in about two years, and she prophesied, telling me what the Lord was showing her about my life and my relocation to Florida. She told me in a nutshell...
The last 5 months have been one of the craziest periods of my life. I met an amazing man, lost my mom, spent almost 2 months in KY, came back to Florida and hosted my first mental health retreat, accepted a great position for mental health with Vibe Church, car broke down, got a new one, got sick and ended up in the hospital for 6 days, had a hole in my belly, diagnosed diabetic, watched one of my best friends marry the love of her life, did a week of IV antibiotics at home (I was a whole fake nurse yall), brunched with Anchor & Bloom, celebrated the newlyweds at church and give myself shots 5 times a day... whew. That was a lot! That's just what was happening on the outside. Inside, I was like Dorothy when the tornado scooped her up from Kansas. A complete whirlwind of emotions. Some days I was ok, others I was in complete shambles. I was in disbelief at the loss of my mom but somehow calm at the same time. I was sad and devastated, but also at p...