During my journey of self-discovery and coaching others, I realized that self-care was an important piece that many women tended to shy away from. For years I believed that self-care equaled selfishness and that just isn’t the case. You can’t pour from an empty cup. In Mark 12:31, Jesus tells us that we should: “Love others in the same way you love yourself.” There are no commandments more important than these.
In the silence, I’ve been slowly finding my voice and re-defining who I am according to who God says that I am. Now for everyone that could mean and be something different. No two people are the same. For some, the process may be quick and easy. For others, it can be quite painful and disruptive. Of course in true Tashauna fashion, my process has been the latter. And in my silence, I realized why the pain and disruption are needed.
Betrayal is one of those things we all experience, but we rarely take the time to recognize and break free from the bitterness and resentment it leaves behind. There are a few different ways people tend to deal with an act of betrayal.
Back in February I shared a revelation I’d received in the post, Be Bolder. In this post, I spoke about how I was directed to Be Bolder in my faith walk and in my testimony on the goodness of God. God spoke these words into my spirit because over the past few years I had become…
For many of us, we believe the teenage years to be the home stretch, the time where we start envisioning ourselves relaxing on a beach somewhere sipping some delicious beverage and enjoying some much needed and well deserved adult time. Okay, maybe that’s not everyone’s dream… maybe it’s just mine…but we all have an idea of how we will reward ourselves once the kids are finally out of the house. Now before we hit those white sands and cerulean waters, we have to make it through these sneaky… I mean, teenage years. So here are my Top 3 Things That Make Raising A Teenager Challenging.
It took years for me to realize that God never turned his back on me throughout my ordeal, but was in fact there with me all along. It was him who nudged me and gave me that little burst of strength (I passed out and was blocking the door) to move my body so that the firemen and EMS could reach in and drag me off the bathroom floor. It was God, who whispered in my mom’s ear as I was being rushed back to the operating room that I would live and not die.
For years I harbored anger, bitterness and resentment for my circumstances, but through praying and fasting God gave me a revelation. My pain wasn’t in vain and my journey was made harder by my reaction to the situation. Instead of glorying in the fact that I was still here, still present on this earth I became upset and complained that I had to endure this walk alone.