Note to self: Life is a marathon, not a race.

When you recognize the season you're in, life just flows better... Especially when you wanna do it all, but you can't--- Even Superwoman has to get her cape dry cleaned... There's a time to speak, and there's a time to listen. There's a time to interface and there's a time to hustle like NO tomorrow! And then-- There's a time "to drop it like its hot!" BOOM! 💥

I used to get frustrated when I tried to make this this and make that that, but now I have a 2 year toddler aka BUSY BODY and socially active and adolescent 8 and 10 year olds... Busy job, business dreams, a marriage that's worth fighting for, (it ain't always t.v show fun, especially when your going through the storms of life, the enemy will try to make enemies.)

Anyway, I had to come to grips with this is just going to have to be that and that is just going to have to be this... Flexibility allows you to reposition therefore allowing you to reach beyond your own parameters. Imagine that for a second because you can always stretch further than what you sometimes want. 

Don't be in such a hurry that you miss out on what you're learning. Step by step gets you closer to your mark. Be patient and trust the process. The process is what creates the confident-strong-YOU. Through all the rocky roads, twists, hills, long stretches-- I can honestly say, I love it.

"........I will hold you up with my Victorious right hand."

This is that piece of the verse that I focused on when the nights were so dark, so scary and so EXCRUCIATING. As a mother I felt my only option was to believe and fight for my daughter's well being. This was by far the hardest moment I've ever experienced and I just THANK God for being so true to his Word! And THANK you all for praying with me... ❤

The night I found this scripture I was so broken. I googled "healing scriptures" and this was the first one that popped up. Without being picky I just snatched it up and started praying. All throughout the day, every day and especially when doubt tried to creep in.....

Don't ever stop believing! And don't ever settle for the Doctor's report when GOD has the final say! You pray your scripture and believe His word UNTIL THE FINAL END! Period.

Now look at my beautiful baby girl... This picture was taken 4 weeks after the accident.

#Isaiah41:10

Expression is therapy, so I’ve decided to write about the last 5 days...

Now I’ve been through some crazy moments. Moments when I thought I was going to die, but this incident involving my daughter outweighs every moment I thought was tough. Last Saturday, my curious little girl decided to put hand sanitizer in an infant’s Tylenol syringe. Her intentions were to invent a new way of squirting hand sanitizer onto her hands. Unfortunately, this invention backfired when it shot into her eye, burning a few layers down.

I was working out at the time. I don’t know how many times I wished I just waited until my husband came home to do my 20 minute workout, but if I wasn’t working out, I could have been in the shower, doing the dishes or laundry. Me working out was nothing ordinary. Normally, she’s coloring nearby or playing with her brothers, reading or doing her homework online. As much as I coach my kids, I also trust that they can play independently for a short period of time. Typically, I can hear everything and nothing estrange ever happens, except this time.

When we arrived the emergency room, we literally walked strait passed the check-in desk, passed the nurses station and onto the bed. The nurse was in the room within seconds and the Dr. was in the room within 3 maybe 5 minutes. Typically ER experiences involve a lot of waiting, but not for my princess. I guess you can say royalty matters when you belong to the kingdom. After several flushes, we were sent home with eye drops and told to follow-up with an eye specialist on Monday. So first thing on MLK Monday, I jumped on the phone to make an appointment with a specialist. After several calls with a baby on my hip and my wounded girl in my bed, I found one who said, “Can you head here now?”

Not really the words I wanted to hear because dealing with a baby and a severely wounded child was an intense juggle – Breakfast-Get dressed-Soothe Wound-Get baby bag-Fill cup and Mom’s you get the point….  However, I was grateful that they made Princess Rianna a priority. Typically I consider myself well put together, but on this morning when we made it to the doctor’s office I was a little frazzled. Trying to entertain this baby and listen to the doctor give his prognosis was uncomfortable. Not to mention the way he looked me up and down and all around when my daughter explained what happened. People will judge you way before they try to learn you. It is what it is… However, it doesn’t change what I believe about myself.

Now this experience turned into a prayer issue because I needed to make sure that my daughter was not only in good hands, but in the RIGHT hands. Lord, please don’t allow his judgements of us affect his willingness to be a good doctor. It’s fair to say I spend a lot of time thinking in my head, but it’s for good reasoning. He ended up patching her eye and suggested for us to return the next day with hopes that it would all be better.

Early the next morning, the GPS showed RED all over the map. Immediately, I felt a still-small voice telling control-freak me, “Don’t be alarmed by the RED, just keep traveling …” In other words, don’t be discouraged by the doctor’s report, trust me! Needless to say, the Doctor’s report wasn’t horrible, but it wasn’t encouraging either. ---Once again--- Never put your trust in man, lean on God’s word until the final end. The doctor stated that her eye needed to heal from the bottom up, so it was hard for him to determine if progress was made. Although her eye was still very red, Rianna said that it didn’t hurt as bad as the previous day. That was progress for me.

Later that night was rough. She woke up with excruciating pain. And unfortunately, there was NOTHING I could do to take away her pain. It was such a helpless feeling for me to see and hear my baby in piercing pain and not able to do anything about it. I wish I could’ve experienced it for her. So for those hard moments, I taught her how to empower her mental state with “I am strong! I am healed! God loves me! Mommy loves me! And Lord I trust you…..” Such a great life tool to learn at 8 years old. I admit that I am totally proud of how she has handled everything up to this point.

This morning she woke up with a little sense of humor. Makes me cry and laugh at the same time. She also opened her eye wider when we put medicine in it. Still red, and still a little swollen, but Lord, we TRUST YOU! Yesterday I looked at old pictures and questioned will she look the same again? Will her eye reposition? Will she have vision? Question after question…  Thought after thought… STOP!   NOTHING can make this situation disappear! What’s done is done! I realize we have to live through this moment, embrace each other’s warmth and TRUST God’s message in Isaiah 41:10 - Don’t be afraid, for I am with you. Don’t be discouraged, for I am your God. I will strengthen you and help you.  I will hold you up with my victorious right hand. The closer I am to God, the more I become excited to see Him lift my baby girl up in his VICTORIOUS RIGHT HAND, SO I’m GONNA PUT A PRAAAAISE ON IT!!!!!! We stand on this—UNTIL THE FINAL END.