Month: August 2025

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Tuesday Morning June 23, 2015 I had a dream.

I had a dream that I was in this building with lots of rooms and people. In every room it had only a HUGE MIRROR. I WAS IN CHARGE, like in all of my SPIRITUAL dreams.

We were surrounded by MIRRORS. Instead of looking at the person, I was looking in the mirror at the person I was telling to “wake up “as I was pointing to where the EXIT doors were. I knew the world was coming to an end, and if they didn’t listen to me, their faces would BURST INTO A BIG BALL OF FIRE, which meant they DIED. I wanted people to LIVE ((which meant)) getting out of the building. But they were in another ((mind set)) and felt why was it necessary to leave…. in the first place?

Instead of them focusing on leaving, they chose to put all their ENERGY into wondering…. WHY I WANTED THEM TO EXIT SO BADLY. Some people were looking at me like I was crazy and didn’t listen. For some reason they weren’t comprehending that Jesus was on his way, and it was their last chance to be saved. Instead, they chose to wonder why I was telling them to EXIT. As time went on, I was so deep into telling people where the EXIT signs where, that as this one person I was standing next to FACE BURST INTO A BALL OF FLAMES… I was too close, and mines caught on fire too. I was dying.

In my DREAM… it was like I came to myself ((knew I was dreaming)) and told God that I wanted to LIVE. I told him that I wanted to ((wake up from my death)) and go back into the building to tell the other people where the EXIT signs were. Well, God listened to me, and he permitted me to go back into this BUILDING with lots of mirrors, rooms and people to tell them one again where the EXIT signs were. When I got back into my dream… I looked into the mirror to tell this other person where the EXIT signs were and saw that MY FACE was covered with a WHITE TOWEL. I could still hear my voice, it was my body, but my face was covered. My face was burned up so bad that God put a WHITE TOWEL over it. I remember not caring at all, because all I wanted to do was tell people about the EXITS. After telling so many people and going room to room, I heard GOD SAY TO ME LOUD AND CLEAR……now its time FOR YOU….. TO HEAD FOR THE EXIT. I heard him, and I got out of the now….. BURNING BUILDING. All who didn’t listen to me…. perished.

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As women, we MUST stop talking down on men

As women, we must stop talking down on men when we’re angry, or how about PERIOD?

Words spoken in pain can slice deeper than we know. Respect in relationships or friendships is not optional—it’s foundational. Learn to smile with your eyes, speak with touch, and connect from across the room. Those are the subtle ways that build lasting intimacy.

We attracted certain energies not just by accident, but through patterns in conversation and behavior—that’s deep inner work. It’s about choosing peace, partnership, and maturity over ego and emotional chaos. Look for spiritual and emotional intelligence—not just chemistry. Some folks think love means harmony 24/7, but it’s not the disagreement—it’s how we treat each other during it.

Let’s never gaslight our men, nor make them pay emotionally for the relationships before us. That behavior doesn’t prove power—it reveals insecurity. Testing your man, trying to spark jealousy, oversharing with family and friends—those are trust-killers. Some things once said cannot be taken back.

If something doesn’t feel right between you and your partner, talk to God immediately. If you find yourself having to be disrespected and to do the disrespecting, it’s OVER. Living life does not go that way. God didn’t design us to be locked in emotional warfare. Choose peace. Choose wholeness. Choose divine alignment. Don’t waste your divine time.

Learn the lesson, move forward, and keep your spirit open to the person He has for you. You’re not a failure—it just wasn’t the alignment meant to carry you through.

Relationships are classrooms. Don’t ignore the lessons.

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Join and SUBSCRIBE to My YouTube channel coming Mid-September. COME NOW FAMILY!

I’ve got something exciting brewing—like a new candle scent that just feels right. Starting mid-September, I’ll be launching my very own YouTube channel… and I need my tribe, my village, my FAMILY to help me light this flame! 🔥

This channel will be a cozy space where heart meets humor, and spirit meets storytelling. I’ll be sharing:

https://www.youtube.com/@Iamlacrease

  • 🕯️ My journey in candle making (plus hosting classes!)
  • 😂 Funny stories that’ll make you holler
  • 🙏 Candid talks about God, faith, and personal testimonies
  • 💬 Heartfelt chats about life, family, and friendships
  • 👩🏽‍🏫 Lessons learned, laughs shared, and love poured into every video

My goal today? Hit 250 subscribers—yes, TODAY! Because when faith moves, mountains follow 🙌🏽

So please, if you’re reading this and your spirit says “go head, sis or brother,” head on over and subscribe to my channel 👉 @Iamlacrease. Drop a comment, share the love, and let’s grow together. I promise to keep it real, keep it funny, and keep it full of grace.

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“The Last Shall Be First”

No Money. No Power. Just the Book of Life.

I always imagine Judgement Day as that moment when everything finally makes sense. The world’s chaos? Silenced. No more masks. No more egos. Just truth standing tall like it never needed applause.

I’m in line. Long, yes—but it’s moving. There’s no fear, just this sacred stillness thick with accountability. And the beautiful part? Titles don’t mean a thing. Power can’t skip the line. Everybody’s on the same level now.

Then here they come—celebrities, politicians, influencers dripping in confidence and yesterday’s status. Dressed like they still think the spotlight followed them from Earth. They strut up, trying to cut the line like they own this place.

I step forward. “Oh no, baby. That may have worked at award shows and photo ops, but this? This ain’t your moment. This is God’s.”

Judgement Day isn’t about who had followers—it’s about who followed truth.

And just like that, peace washes over me. Sharp. Righteous. Because justice ain’t bending for privilege today. Ain’t nobody exempt. Everybody’s got to speak on their time here.

We were told the first shall be last. And the last shall be first. This is that moment.

And if my name’s written in that Book, it’s not ‘cause I walked a flawless path. It’s ‘cause I chose love when bitterness felt justified. I forgave when revenge called my name. I trusted God when doubt made more noise than faith.

So yes—let them wait. Like we all do.

This line? It ain’t about fame. It’s about redemption. And that line we stand in? That’s Heaven’s reset. The great equalizer.

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List 30 things that make you happy.

Waking up and saying Thank you Jesus 🙌 #Gratitude #FaithFirst

FaceTiming my mother daily or every other day 💞 #MomMoments #FamilyConnection

Seeing my dog when I visit 🐾 #BrendanJoy #DogLove

Talking to my siblings for hours and laughing 😂 #SiblingBond #FamilyLaughs

Having friends for 25+ years 👯‍♀️ #ForeverFriends #LegacyConnections

Writing and expressing myself ✍️ #CreativeVoice #WritingLife

Sleeping peacefully without delay 😴 #SweetRest #PeacefulNights

Driving just to clear my mind 🚗 #CruisingVibes #FreedomDrive

Traveling and exploring new places 🌍 #WanderSoul #AdventureAwaits

Spending quiet time with God 🙏 #FaithWalk #SpiritualPeace

Laughing loud and freely 😆 #JoyfulNoise #LaughOutLoud

Texting over phone calls 📱 #TextQueen #DigitalVibes

Enjoying a Pep-boy pepsi every now and then 🥤 #SmallJoy #ClassicSip

Cooking and eating collard greens 🥬 #SoulFoodLove #CabbageAndGreens

Watching Traitors on Peacock 🔍 #PlotTwistAddict #TraitorsWatch

Helping coordinate weddings 💐 #WeddingWhisperer #PlannerVibes

Going to concerts 🎶 #LiveMusicMagic #ConcertVibes

Visiting Atlanta and Florida 🌆🌴 #TravelTraditions #SouthernSoul

Spending time with my daughter & going to Dairy Queen with her & mom 🍦 #ThreeGenerations #DQMemories

Living solo and loving the peace 🏡 #SoloLife #SanctuarySpace

Reading and getting lost in stories 📚 #BookLover #ReadAndReflect

Watching YouTube while staying focused 🎥 #IntentionalContent #YouTubeVibes

Listening to love songs 💖 #LoveMusic #HeartBeats

Having time to reflect and create 🧠 #InnerPeace #InspiredMoments

Eating chocolate and strawberry ice cream with peanuts and bananas 🍫🍓🍌 #ComfortIndulgence #SweetEscape

Celebrating birthdays with ice cream cake and pizza 🎂🍕 #BirthdayTradition #FamilyCelebrations

Using my Frigidaire ice maker to protect my blender 😄 #SmoothieQueen #IceMakerLove

Playing Clue and solving mysteries 🔍 #BoardGameVibes #MysteryFun

Sharing my spiritual and emotional journey 💫 #TestimonyTime #SoulStories

Being able to give anonymously 💸 #SilentBlessings #HeartOfGold

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Describe one habit that brings you joy.

Every day I’m at my daughter’s house, I make sure my sweet Brendan gets his daily dose of love—and I mean real love. He’s my grand dog, my Black Lab, my baby. Giving him kisses every single day is more than just habit. It’s our sacred ritual. It’s the way I show him I’m here. That I see him. That I cherish him.

Brendan is the smartest, sweetest little schemer I know. He’s got this look—those eyes—that just melt me. And when he tilts his head and starts working me like I’m his personal snack machine? I laugh, because he knows exactly what he’s doing. His mom swears he gets away with everything when I’m around, and she’s not wrong. But isn’t that part of being a grandparent in any form? We spoil with love because we understand time doesn’t wait.

I know Brendan won’t be here as long as I’ve lived. That truth stays tucked in the back of my heart. But while he is here, I’ll keep kissing that face, rubbing his belly, and slipping him treats when he’s earned them—and sometimes when he just looks too darn cute. Loving Brendan is a daily devotion. And it brings me joy that words almost can’t capture. But I try. Because every good boy deserves his story told.

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What are you curious about?

Being Filthy Rich…Quietly

There’s a version of wealth I dream about—not wrapped in luxury cars or gated neighborhoods but tucked quietly inside the heart of someone who wants to give without applause.

I don’t want to live among the rich. I don’t want to befriend the elite. I want to remain exactly who I am: someone who wakes up with the singular desire to listen to the cries God has chosen me to hear. I want to be the anonymous presence behind answered prayers—the blessing that leaves no trace but changes lives.

I imagine starting my day with a simple prayer: “God, bring me someone to help.” Then I scroll through the news—not for the drama, but to find the stories. The quiet pain. The overlooked struggle. That’s where my wealth goes. Into light bills paid quietly. Rent covered with no sender name. Groceries on the doorstep with no explanation. Joy delivered by grace, not recognition.

My cover will never be blown because my spirit doesn’t need the spotlight. I want the kind of richness that gives me time to listen, to watch, to discern. Then to act swiftly, silently, intentionally. Because true giving doesn’t need a witness—it just needs a willing heart.

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🚫 Married Men Are OFF Limits: A Grown-Woman Boundary

I’m in my late 50s, and meeting a married man—no matter how charming, fine, or seemingly available—is an automatic SKADADDLE!!! He can’t have my number, and I won’t be taking his. That’s not maturity, that’s accountability. And it’s about staying aligned with God’s plan, not getting caught in a trap that promises nothing but heartache.

Too many people try to excuse flirtation as “just talk” or “innocent fun,” but let’s call it what it is: opening the door to destruction. When a married person chooses to flirt, and the other person entertains it—knowing full well what’s at stake—they’re planting seeds of chaos.

That married man has vows he’s already broken by stepping outside emotionally. And the woman engaging with him? She’s not just risking pain; she’s stepping outside of integrity. If God has a purpose for each of us, this kind of distraction can take us way off course. And the further we stray, the more heartbreak follows—not just for the couple, but for the children, the families, and the communities caught in the ripple effect.

When I honor God’s design for relationships, I’m also protecting my peace, my purpose, and my legacy. Entertaining someone else’s spouse brings nothing but confusion to the heart and clutter to the soul. No thanks. Not now, not ever.

So here’s my grown-woman declaration: Married men are off limits. Period. Not because I’m bitter, but because I’m better. Better than drama. Better than lies. Better than settling for borrowed time. And if you’re out here single and waiting for what’s yours—don’t get sidetracked by what’s already spoken for.

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Write about a random act of kindness you’ve done for someone.

I was working the register at Walmart when a young woman approached my line. I started ringing up her items, but when it came time to pay, her energy shifted. She looked through her purse, looked around nervously, and then paused. Something about her facial expression was different. It wasn’t embarrassment—it was helplessness.

At first, I wondered if she’d left her wallet in the car or at home. But my spirit told me she truly didn’t have it. And in that second, I knew what I needed to do. I reached into my pocket, handed her the money, and said quietly, “Here boo, get your baby some milk and keep the change.”

I’ve been that mama before. A single mother doing her best, even when times get tough. Her father was in her life, but there were still days when the numbers didn’t add up and the needs outweighed the means. But God always showed up. And that day, I got to be someone’s answered prayer.

What she may never know is that helping her helped me too reminding me of my own resilience and the compassion that still lives in this world. That baby deserved that milk. And that mama deserved that moment of peace. And I thank God I was there to give it.

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