No Shame

Hello old friends, new followers, and fellow bloggers- 

Happy Friday!  Have you ever been so full of clarity that you’ve sat and thought about life?  Maybe it’s just me:  but after I have a moment with God, sometimes I just sit in my room in silence and ponder what I just experienced.  Last night was one of those nights. I was recovering from experiencing a sermon by the GOAT Dr. Matthew Stevenson III, and I just happened to be wired at 1:45 in the morning.  I was up UP.  Anyways, I sat and heard this song by TenthAvenueNorth called “No Shame.”  and my life was changed forever.  I found the theme song for my season/life.  There is a freedom that comes with living and expressing truth, free of shame.

During my time in Greenville, each day God has been pulling back layers of fear- asking me to confront my heart issues and removing all kinds of weight including the weight of shame.  When you’re in this place of vulnerability, it’s easy to think man, what will “so and so think” but that doesn’t matter. God has taught me that the fearless live in truth and where there is the truth, there is no need to be ashamed.  I’ve lived bound under the realm of shame for so long, not sharing my truth- not addressing things with others, belittling my call or purpose, but now that shame has been dissipated with perfect love I’m good.  I turned the song all the way up and began to sing to the top of my lungs.  Before you knew it I was dancing in my kitchen celebrating freedom.

Where there is grace, there is no shame and where there is love, there is no fear.

Y’all, I have no idea what this life of no shame will bring but I’m excited.  I feel free, like in the depths of my soul.  I feel like I can conquer the world.  I feel strong and full of life in the inner chambers of my heart.  I feel brave.  It takes bravery to move into the unknown out of fear into love, out of being guarded to being open, out of holding things into being extremely honest.  I am okay with where I am and that is freedom all in itself.  I’ve embraced the truth about me and I am unashamed.  I’ve embraced my triumphs and my failures, every ounce of my brokenness and the places where I am whole, all of my strengths and all of my weaknesses.  I’m okay with every ounce of me and I am enough because I am in Him.  I’m literally smiling as I type this article, overjoyed at the process He is doing in my heart.

I am happy with my process.  I rejoice at my journey.  I’m content with my story.

Family, this is what a life of no shame looks like: it’s singing and dancing at 2 o’clock in the morning with no fear, with no shame.  It’s trusting for provision when it seems like all hope is lost.  It’s being unfazed with bad news because you know in your soul that He’s working all things for good.  It’s loving others beyond their capacity to love you.  It’s forgiving even when you don’t want to.  It’s having hard conversations, dealing with the hard relational issues, and making hard decisions for your next.  It’s going beyond opinions of others, beyond even your opinion of yourself, feeling fear but doing it anyway.  It’s riding the tallest rollercoaster, swimming in the deepest oceans, and taking road trips on faith. It’s relocating because God said to, and finding that you have a home waiting for you.  It’s being light, weight free and full because those that place their trust in Him will never be put to shame.  Trust not only eradicates fear but for me it eradicated shame. 

I’m living with no shame! 



P.S. Check out TenthAvenueNorth’s song “No Shame”.  It’s available on all streaming platforms!


She’s Dead.

Hello old friends, new followers, and fellow bloggers

I bet many of you are looking at the title of today’s blog and you’re like “What???” But what many of you do not know,  is that a piece of me died today.  Yep, a portion of myself that held me back, that kept me stuck in the rut of my past, that caused me to lose hope/faith in God- that thing/piece died.  That fearful, anxious, timid girl died, and I’m happy that she has been laid to rest.

It’s insane to belong to Christ, yet still live like the world.  Right?  Why buy into this new way if you’re still going to experience the same old troubles and hardships?  Why work to never enter rest?  As I grow in my faith with God, I realized that the way I was living my life was never what he intended.  He did not design me to be stressed, extremely exhausted, malnourished and utterly miserable.  God did not save me so that I could have a miserable life, but this was my life day in and out- miserable.

 I was saved to be filled with joy, to hope in something bigger than myself, to live full out fearless and free from anxiety.

I was a bound daughter, living like an orphan, striving and working in my own strength to make my dreams come true.  Due to this life, I suffered greatly: mentally and in my physical health.  Yet, in grace and mercy, the Father never disowned me but in gentleness and compassion he beckoned me to himself and loved me anyway.  Though I was still the girl who was afraid of living, he still loved me.  Even though I still found myself in the rat race of life, he still loved me.  Even though sometimes I got it wrong: said the wrong thing & did the wrong thing; he still loved me.

It was this love that kept pushing at my fortress of fear,  it kept smashing against its doors, looking to destroy it once and for all.  For His perfect love casts out (banishes) all fear!

When I became a Christian, He promised that I would be a new creature that the old things of life would have no more effect on the new that was to come.  I lived as a ghost of my former self: afraid, anxious, lonely, depressed but my new self is none of those things.  My new self is fearless, full of trust, at rest, loved well, and full of joy.  So today, as I was talking to the Father, he explained that the season I was in was one of the old dying so that the new could come.  So today, I make a declaration in faith that the old person: anxiety-ridden, fearful, striving, lonely, depressed, and overwhelmed is dead.  She died and she no longer exists! I am now fearless, bold, confident, trusting, at rest, in peace, full of joy and optimism, at ease, and never alone for He abides with me.

Goodbye old, may you never resurface again.  Thank you for teaching me about my strength, thank you for showing me that there was more to life than what I was living, thank you for being my past- for my past led me to Jesus who gives me the authority to proclaim my perfected future.  Goodbye, good riddance, may you rest forevermore!

Hello new, may you spring up!  May I perceive you all the time, rest in you, and long for you.  May I never become content with settling with what I’ve already seen when there is so much more to come.  I welcome you, I identify with you, I identify as you: new.  I rest in you, for you are a gift from my Father to me.

Until next time,

Simone (new and improved🦁)


Scriptural Citation: 1 John 4:18; 2 Corinthians 5:17; Isaiah 43:18-19

Also, a link to what the word casts out is in Greek and what that means, it’ll provide better understanding and context to the scripture referenced.  (1Jn 4:18)

Searching for Something Real ( Aletra’s Story)

Hello old friends, new followers and fellow bloggers – 

Today is “Freedom Friday” and as I promised last week, I am sharing one of my favorite stories with you. Today’s story was submitted to me by my good friend and sister, Aletra.  Aletra is a fellow God-lover, Kingdom-builder, prayer-warrior and just plain loving person.  She is amazing and she has an amazing story that I thought you guys should hear.  She wrote her story for you guys, so here it goes… Aletra’s story. 

“I was ambivalent about talking about my life when Mo asked if she could write about the different paths that I took, in my search of a true relationship with God.  I wanted to share, but I did not know how much I wanted to share.  Then I realized that there is nothing to be ashamed of.  So I will tell what needs to be told, nothing more.

 I grew up in much dysfunction most of my life.  When I was five, my father brought my brother and me (and left my baby sister with my mother) down south to live with my grandmother.  She was very, very, very strict and no nonsense.

 I went to church with my grandmother when I was a young child.  She belonged to Rockfish A.M.E. Church. They met the fourth Sunday of each month.  The rest of the month she would send me to Adoram Baptist Church with one of her friends.  I never thought much about, being a kid and all.  It was fun because I got to dress up and got to see my friends.

 When I would go to the A.M.E Church with my grandmother, I would be afraid sometimes because the preacher would lean over the pulpit talking about hellfire and damnation. That is not what frightened so much as all the sweating and yelling that he was doing.  Sometimes it looked as though he was going to have a heart attack or something from all that yelling and sweating (a child’s thought process).  As a child that stuff was scary.  The church was an older congregation.  There was one lady in the choir who looked as though she was having a seizure (fit back in those days).  She was the only person I had ever seen doing that.  In my infantile mind I thought she was going to have a heart attack or something also.  After a few minutes she was alright.  I did not get it.

 Then I would go to Adoram Baptist Church with my grandmother’s friend, and it was a totally different atmosphere.  The Pastor was reserved, and he did not sweat or yell.  His wife beautiful, dainty and was always beautifully dressed.  The congregation was quiet and reserved, and the service was short.  I just went to see my friends for a little while.

However when I was seven, my father came to get us and took us back to New York to live with him, his common-law wife and her two sons who hated my brother and me; it was even more frightening, because we were back in the dysfunction again.  We did not go to church.  Finally when I was eight, I told my father that I did not like living with them and he took by brother and me to live with our mother and sister (I found out later that she had a different father).  More dysfunction.  We did not go to church.  When I was 12, my brother, sister and I went to live with my father, his “wife” and her two sons (total dysfunction, and too much to tell). 

 We were told to go to the Catholic Church, but none of us understood Latin so we would go to Mass every Sunday, make the sign of the cross on our heads with holy water, and then take the money we were supposed to put in church and go to the store to buy candy, and then take our time walking home.  There was no adult supervision so they did not know whether we went or not.

When I became an adult, I do not know why but I had a desire for religion of some kind.  I did not know about relationship. I went to Lutheran churches, Methodist churches, Baptist churches, all to no avail.  I did not get anything out of them.  I did not know what I was looking for.  In my finite mind I guess, for lack of a better phrase, I did not understand the whole “religion” experience.

 My children’s aunt invited me to go with her to a meeting.  I accepted the invitation not knowing what I was about to get into.  She took me to a home meeting of the Nichiren Shoshu Buddhist in New York City.  I had never experienced anything like it before, and I was thoroughly intrigued.  After the meeting that night I decided to become a member.  It was a really weird time in my life, considering all the other stuff that was going on (more dysfunction, and too much to tell) at that point in time.

 My father had to go out of town one weekend.  He asked me to take my grandmother to his church that Sunday.  I said that I would.  We went to a Baptist Church (which I will not name).  How it had changed from when I was a child.  It reminded me of the A.ME. Church.  However, I was not afraid.  After all I just went to take my grandmother to church as a favor for my father.  I was not interested in anything else.  After all, I was Nichiren Shoshu Buddhist.  I did not care about any other religions. 

 As the service continued, the Pastor made the Altar Call.  I felt this heat go all through my body.  I heard a Voice say “Go up”, and I felt a push.  I began to cry, and got up and went forward.  I joined the church, but I was never asked to give my life to Christ.  I didn’t know.  I went back to the evening service and was baptized.  After that night, I never went back to that church, nor did anyone ever check up on me.  The only thing that I received from them several months later were some tithe envelopes.  I never heard from anyone in that church again.  My father never even spoke with me about it.  So I continued on my journey as a Nichiren Shoshu Buddhist.  I was a member for four years.  However, I began to realize that Buddhism was not for me, and I left the sect (cult).  I had no real desire for religion for a long, long, long time after that.  I just lived my life the way I wanted to.  I was my god.  I did whatever I wanted to do, however I wanted to do it, whenever I wanted to do it, and I did not answer to anyone.

 I moved to Wisconsin some years later.  I was on my journey to find the “religion” experience again; and while there I became a Jehovah’s Witness.  I began to see the double standards within the organization (cult).  I now know that they were like the Pharisees.  They set laws in place for the congregation to live by, yet they did not live by the laws that they put in place.  Again, I was a member for four years. I had had enough.  What’s with the number 4?

 I began to realize that I was looking to have a relationship with Jesus Christ, not a “religion” experience but I had been going about it the wrong way.  I had no one in my life to discuss this with, because no one in my life was in church.  However, I began to purpose in my heart that I was going to join a church and dedicate the rest of my life to serving Him.  I knew nothing about being saved.  I just wanted to join a church and dedicate my life to Him for the rest of my life.

 Shortly, after that I move back to New York (I had been living in Wisconsin for ten years at this point).  I moved back on July 1, 2001.  I had not looked for a church, or a job for that matter, because I was not in the frame of mind at that time to do so.  I decided to take a few months to relax before I went out job hunting.  I was living with a man who had no desire for God, so at that time it was not a priority (unintentional of course).  I just had not given it much thought.

 When 911 happened, I became so depressed that I decided that I had to go back to work somewhere.  I called my former employer and was able to go back to work there.  I began to get the desire for Jesus again, and I decided that I was going to join a church.  Little did I know what God had in mind for me.   The HR representative who interviewed me began to tell me that I was very spiritual (go figure).  She began to tell me about a woman Pastor who worked there that she wanted me to meet.  However, it was months before I ever got an opportunity to meet this Pastor.

 It happened that we were both in the Administration building one day, and the HR representative had the chance to introduce us.  The Pastor was Co-Pastor Angela.  We greeted each other like we had known each other for years, but had not seen each other in a long time.    Pastor Angela volunteered to pick me up in the mornings, but she left work before I got off, so I had to take the train and then a bus, and had walk four blocks to get home after midnight (another story too long to tell).    

 Co-Pastor Angela invited me to visit her church, and I went that Sunday.  I really enjoyed the service.  She invited me to attend a Women’s Conference that she was having the following week.  I went and I was like “what’s going on here?!”  People were falling out on the floor, speaking funny, acting like that lady in the choir at Rockfish A.M.E.  I did not understand it.  Needless to say, I did not attend the rest of the conference.  However, when Co-Pastor invited me to visit her church again the following Sunday, I went.  I gave my life to the Lord, went through membership class, and joined Open Door Ministries.  That was in 2002. 

 I left one relationship that was not in my best interest, for the best relationship I could ever ask for.  There are some challenges as I am ever growing in my walk with Christ, but I have not looked back, nor have I ever regretted my decision to serve the Almighty God for the rest of my life.  I may not be where He wants me to be right now, but at least I not where I was.  Hallelujah!!!

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I decided to share Aletra’s story because I believed that she was relatable.  Like so many of us, Aletra spent years searching for something, something more than what she was experiencing already.  We sear our whole lives for something more and yet end up unfulfilled.  That is what I love about Aletra’s story, she went from searching for something to finding peace and contentment in Christ.  She is the proof that Christ fills our empty voids and that He is enough.  He changes us-nothing else.  She is the living proof of the gospel . I think she’s an awesome lady and if you have any questions for her- don’t hesitate to comment below or email us at  Thanks & Happy Freedom Friday!  

Until next time, 

❤ Mo

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