Lately, it has been hot, so I decided to do something that would make life a little easier. I cooked a bunch of different meals in the crock pot, put them into containers, and froze them. That way, when the weather is hot, I wouldn't have to do much cooking. Then a flyer came in from the local Mexican market. They had pineapples, plantains, mangoes, watermelon, cucumbers—fresh fruits and vegetables at really good prices. They also had beef shanks. So after the gym, I had my caretaker take me to the store. I already had plenty of food at home. I had meals in the freezer, food in the refrigerator, and everything I needed. I wasn't going to the store because I was running out of food. But when I got there, something happened. I felt happy. The store was colorful and full of fresh food. I could choose one of this, two of that, three of something else. I wasn't limited to whatever quantity happened to come in a package. I could actually look at what I wanted and decide what I wa...
This year has been a profound journey of forgiveness, growth, and gratitude for me. One of the most significant moments was the return of my sister to my life. After my dad passed away, she made choices that deeply hurt me—changing the locks to his home, taking all his belongings, refusing to help with the funeral, and cutting me out of her life entirely. She even told me I was adopted, a cruel and unnecessary blow. The hurt and confusion from her actions were overwhelming, especially since she had always been my protector growing up against the challenges I faced with my middle sister and mother. For years, I carried that pain. But through prayer, reflection, and God’s grace, I woke up one day and realized I no longer harbored resentment. My heart was ready to forgive. So, this Thanksgiving, I decided to host a meal in honor of what I call "The Prodigal Sister’s Return." It wasn’t just about reconnecting—it was about embracing the power of forgiveness and celebrating the gr...