A Desire to Change the World.

Around My Fortieth Birthday, I Began Asking Myself Questions Such As, “Why Am I Here?”
“Do I Have A Purpose?”

oxfam-we-can-change-the-worldNot very original but just asking them changed my life. I was longing to be a part of something bigger than myself, for someone to say their life was better because I breathe and the world a better place because I live. I wanted to matter. I wanted to make a difference. I wanted to change my world. I just didn’t know how.

Asking oneself existential questions happens in everyone’s lives at some time or another. No matter how we begin life, we all seem to end up in the same space wondering who we are, why we are here, and how to make a difference. Some have experienced it in their teens, their twenties, thirties, fifties or eighties. This longing is a part of our makeup designed by our Creator to ignite our journey of purpose no matter our age. My birthday was the catalyst for the questions of meaning.

I love birthdays, especially mine, but sometime during the months prior to my fortieth, I ran smack into a figurative brick wall. I was in a state, my mind screaming and my body confirming, “My life is half over, and I don’t have anything to show for it!”

Looking back over the first forty years of my life, there was no riveting synopsis. I had lived the first forty years in pure reaction to a whirlwind of circumstances, whipped around by whatever life or chance threw my way. Though I was extremely busy, there was nothing purposeful, intentional, or passionate about my life. I had not accumulated much in the way of meaningful accomplishments, passionate pursuits, or history-making exploits. This new awareness brought a desperate desire to have all three. So I made a decision to go in search of me and my destiny.

The journey to find the purpose of “you” is an amazing adventure. There are battles to be fought, giants to be slain, and treasures to uncover. It is a journey where logic is challenged, the ordinary becomes extraordinary, and the impossible becomes possible. By finding your purpose, lives will be changed, history will be made and prayers will be answered. It is what you were created for. Consulting your Creator is a must. Begin the search for your answers by asking the one who made you.

You may prefer sitting still and journaling that conversation. Music may help you tune into the still small voice of your Creator. There is no right or wrong way to communicate with Him. Talk to Him. You don’t have to be at your best or use fancy words. You can be blunt and painfully honest about your doubts, and even skeptical about the process, if that is how you feel. He is a great listener and He wants you to achieve your purpose on this planet even more than you do. Do you have the courage to be you?

YOU Were Created On Purpose for A Purpose.

“If you can’t figure out your purpose, figure out your passion. For your passion will lead you right into your purpose.”- T.D. Jakes

the-word-youBefore time began, plans for you were put in place – plans for you to change your world. Yes – you! Long before you were born, your destiny was considered as your maker crafted you in your mother’s womb. But rest assured, your Creator painted every part of you with divine reasoning and great care. Your eye color, your personality, your IQ, the sound of your laughter, the size of your feet, your aptitudes and abilities, your weaknesses, your vulnerabilities – are all part of your design, constructed and finessed for your distinct purpose. The date and location of your birth were strategically chosen. Your dreams and desires were deposited deep inside and upon activation they will lead you to your purpose and destiny.


It’s hard to imagine the thought process that went into creating you. This fact should move you, expand you, and enlarge your view of yourself! Embrace the fact that you are truly one of a kind and not just a random cosmic accident. What has been planned for you, and only you, will astound you!


You were set apart for greatness. You playing “small” benefits no one. You being “less of you” accomplishes nothing. You were created on purpose, for a purpose. Believe it! Allow that phrase to penetrate your heart. Shove aside your insecurities and embrace the fact you can show the world who you truly are.

The truths I have shared with you have transformed my life, and they now propel me out of bed every morning. They override my insecurities and fears. Though life altering and highly addictive, this journey of figuring out who you are and why you are here is not an easy one. Quite honestly, it is incredibly difficult and very scary because it forces us to leave our well-crafted comfort zones for the unknown, the secure for the insecure, and the possible for the impossible. It requires courage to be and do all we were created to be and do. Someone is waiting for you to be you. Do you have the courage to be you?

Identity Comes Before Destiny

To Find Your Courage, You Must Go Back To The Times When You Didn’t Have It.

Your ability to fulfill your purpose may be hindered by an experience that caused you shame, humiliation, or cowardice. You may have vowed to never be that vulnerable again. That vow from the past may be keeping you from your world changing destiny. By reflecting on your past, clues can be provided for your future. It does take courage to look back but it is often necessary if we are to stop settling for less than we were created.courage_png_by_gleeaddicted-d51kev8


When I was a young girl, I was ordered to go to the principal’s office. Terrified and not knowing what to expect, I was mortified to hear my faith and dreams ridiculed by someone I thought to be trustworthy. The moment made a big impact on my young psyche: I was afraid and embarrassed to be me. Ashamed for having talked so passionately about my dreams, I thought the best course of action was to just quit being me and bury my dreams.


These little situations, especially when we’re young, can act like colossal wrecking balls to our sense of self. Unearthing hurts lodged deep within your soul may provide you with understanding of when you stopped being you. Take time to come to peace with these wrongs and pains, allowing yourself time to understand your reactions and choices that have brought you to this time and this place.


Who hurt you? What pained you? What dreams did you bury long ago? When did you begin settling for less than you were created? Let yourself cry for those past versions of yourself. Walk through your feelings and release the epiphanies therein. Trust your Creator. Confide in family and friends. Journal your discoveries. To be and do all you were created to, you must first determine who you were created to be. You were created on purpose for a purpose. Do you have the courage to be you?

In Our Own Backyard: The Sad Truths of Sex Trafficking

We live in a world where children are sold for sex. I live in a world where children are sold for sex. You live in a world where children are sold for sex. Tragically, sex trafficking isn’t limited to faraway places, but exists in our own backyards, schools, churches and communities. If you do not believe this is true then you haven’t been looking or listening.

The acts that are performed against these already vulnerable individuals can only be called evil because they are incredibly inhumane. Daily, these children are raped, abused and tortured. They are held in captivity where their basic human rights and choices are withheld until compliance is achieved. They are violently beaten physically, but also endure mental and emotional abuse. They are told they have no value and that no one cares. They are constantly given evidence of this truth as their bodies are sold for the profit of one and the pleasure of another. If they wish to be fed, they must reach their daily quota of “dates,” which can total eight, ten, to twelve rapes a day. Their busiest hours are between 7:00 a.m. to 9:00 a.m. and 6:00 p.m. to 8:00 p.m. as their customers are traveling from home to work or from work to home before returning to have dinner with their wives and children.

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When I learned of this atrocity against children, my heart, my mother’s heart broke and I vowed I would do something about this evil. It is what I live for and it is what I will die for. Some days the issue feels so enormous that any small act of kindness I offer, or attempt to offer, is like throwing a pebble into the ocean — it hardly makes a difference and no one even notices.

Nevertheless, I still fight to speak for those who cannot speak for themselves. In my heart they are my daughters and my children. I do for them what I would do for the ones birthed from my body. I build them a home and call them family. I focus on the one precious life in front of me. I love them until they can love themselves. I believe in them until they can believe in themselves. I dream of their future until they can dream of one on their own.

Unfortunately, I cannot erase their horrific past, answer their gut wrenching questions or explain why this happen to them. But I can walk with them through the memories and nightmares of their past into the potential of their futures. I can equip, encourage and empower them to have the courage to be and do all that they were created for. I see who they are meant to be — who they were created to be. Before time began, they were created on purpose for a purpose and it is my heart’s desire to see them become that person. It takes an enormous amount of courage for them to leave the known for the unknown; for them to believe in their own destiny. Loving these kids is the most difficult thing I have ever attempted in my life, but they are worth it.

This post was brought to you by L’Oréal Paris Women of Worth, an initiative started in 2005 that honors 10 amazing volunteers combatting disease, poverty, sex trafficking and addiction with $10,000 grants each year. Go to WomenofWorth.com to read their stories.