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What has God told you to leave? That question speaks volumes to my heart. When I was younger, I probably would have walked away from hard things much more easily. But adulthood taught me how to stay. For many years, I was the sole provider for our family. I couldn’t simply leave a difficult job because I was tired, frustrated, or unhappy. My family needed food on the table and a roof over their heads. So I learned to endure. I learned to show up. I learned to keep going when

Who Have You Placed in the Seat of Power? When church hurt reminds us where our true Source is found My heart has been heavy. After sitting with a group of women and hearing stories of hurt, loss, rejection, disappointment, betrayal, and grief, I went home carrying so much of what had been shared. But there was one kind of hurt I found myself wrestling with especially deeply: Church hurt. Several women shared experiences of reaching out to a pastor or spiritual leader during

Don’t Fall for the Counterfeit I don’t know about you, but I’ve noticed a pattern in my journey. Sometimes, right before the breakthrough, the promotion, the big purchase, the right man to marry, the right job—or whatever you’ve been praying and believing for—a counterfeit shows up. And the difficult thing about a counterfeit is that, on the outside, it can look almost exactly like the real thing. It can look like what God promised. It can sound like what you prayed for. It c

Whose Holy Spirit are you trying to be? Your husband’s? A new believer’s? A friend’s? Someone whose behavior you don’t like—or don’t believe lines up with the Word of God? Who are you judging while calling it love? Who are you correcting while saying, “I’m only telling you this because I love you”? Who are you calling out because you’ve decided their behavior needs to change? These are hard questions. And God has been teaching me that sometimes what I call love may actually b

There is a word in Scripture I can’t get away from: Lavished. Not rationed. Not reluctantly handed out. Not given only after we finally get ourselves together. Lavished. Ephesians 1:7–8 tells us that in Jesus we have redemption through His blood and the forgiveness of sins, according to the riches of God’s grace—grace that He lavished on us. And 1 John 3:1 invites us to stop and really look: “See what great love the Father has lavished on us, that we should be called children

God has been doing some heart work in me lately. Not the kind that feels good. The kind that exposes pride, reveals hidden hurts, and gently asks, “Do you want to be right, or do you want to be more like Jesus?” Recently, I had to do something that humbled me. I sent an apology to three women I care about. Not because they apologized first. Not because they even knew how deeply I had been hurt. I apologized because of how I responded to my hurt. After seeing pictures from a w

What judgment, anger, unforgiveness, or self-promoted righteousness are you still holding onto? It’s a question the Lord has been asking me. And if I’m honest… It’s one I’ve had to answer with tears. The past few months have changed me. Four months ago, I said goodbye to my precious mom. Then, on July 12th, I almost lost my husband, my kingdom babe, Roy Paul, to a heart attack. When you’ve stood at the edge of losing the people you love most, your perspective changes. Suddenl

There are birthdays you celebrate, and then there are birthdays that simply remind you of what you’ve lost. Today is my first birthday without my mom. Wow… it’s hard. My mom never forgot a birthday. Not once. She made sure I felt celebrated, loved, and seen every single year of my life. When I was a little girl, she would make my favorite homemade peach cobbler. I can still smell it baking in the oven and remember how special it made me feel. As I grew older, the tradition ch

There are moments in marriage that forever change you. For me, that moment came on July 12th. We had just returned from one of the sweetest vacations with our family. Our plane landed around 6:30 that morning, and after the drive home, we were exhausted but overflowing with gratitude. We had laughed, rested, and made memories we’ll treasure forever. Then, in an instant, everything changed. Not long after we got home, my kingdom babe, Roy Paul, began having chest pains. We are

If you’ve heard my story, then you know I was raised in church. I loved Jesus, attended church faithfully, and believed the Bible. Yet, if I’m honest, I lived in a constant cycle of trying harder, failing, repenting, and repeating the same sins. I wanted freedom, but I didn’t know how to walk in it. Maybe you’ve been there too. I knew about victory, but I wasn’t consistently living in it. Then, at 38 years old, lying in a hospital room, everything changed. God met me in a way

There are moments in life when God gently pulls back the curtain and gives us a glimpse of what heaven will be like. Last night was one of those moments. I had the incredible privilege of attending a women’s event at Heights Church, surrounded by women from different churches, different backgrounds, and different walks of life. As I looked around the room, I saw daughters of the King. Women united by one Savior, one faith, and one purpose: to know Him and make Him known. As I

There are moments in life when you know, deep down, that God is asking you to move. Not because where you are is bad. Not because you don’t love the people. Not because you’re unhappy. Simply because the season has ended. I’ve walked through this more than once, and if I’m honest, it never gets easier. Every time God has called me to leave a job that I loved, a company where I had built meaningful friendships, or a place that had become familiar, I’ve wrestled with fear. I wi

One night around 2:30 a.m., God woke me from a deep sleep. His words were clear: “Tricia, you need to write a book on church hurt.” I immediately responded, “I did. Wait. Pause. Trust.” Then came a gentle correction. “No, you left out the details to protect the people and the church. Now it’s time to write the details.” My heart sank. Not because I didn’t know what He was asking, but because I understood the cost. Then He continued: “It’s not about them. It’s not about you.

It seems that many believers today are chasing prophetic ministries, conferences, and words from others. Please hear me clearly—I love receiving a prophetic word from my brothers and sisters in Christ. Prophecy is a beautiful gift from God, and often it serves as confirmation, encouragement, and direction. However, I am concerned that many new believers, and even mature believers—are becoming dependent on hearing from someone else instead of developing their own relationship

Have you ever noticed that when God calls you to teach on something, you often get tested in that very area? I know I have. What if the very message God places on your heart is the same area where He allows you to be stretched, refined, and strengthened? It can feel frustrating in the moment, but often those tests become the evidence that God's truth is real and alive in our lives. As Scripture reminds us, "Consider it pure joy, my brothers and sisters, whenever you face tria

As I sat in my quiet time this morning, coffee in hand and my Bible open, the Lord reminded me of something He has spoken to my heart many times over the years—the importance of His assignments. Not our plans. Not our ambitions. His assignments. Those opportunities He gives us to serve His people, share His truth, and bring hope to hurting hearts. Recently, I completed my fourth book and had the opportunity to share its message on a podcast. The purpose was simple: to encoura

Today I was reading the book of John chapter 13: 21-27, the moment right before the Passover meal, when Jesus sat with His disciples knowing the cross was near. One verse especially stopped me in my tracks. Jesus became troubled in spirit and revealed that one of His own disciples would betray Him. Peter motioned to John, the disciple leaning against Jesus, to ask who it would be. John asked Jesus directly, and Jesus answered: “It is the one to whom I will give this piece o

There was a season in my life when I stopped believing God still worked through big miracles. Not because He changed—but because pain changed the way I saw Him. After experiencing deep hurt from people I trusted, I began doubting the very calling God had placed on my life. Words wounded me. Conversations broke me. Rejection made me question whether I had heard God correctly at all. For a long time, I carried those wounds quietly. What hurt the most was not just the disappoint

Last night, as we gathered to study Acts chapter 17 , something powerful happened. One woman in our group felt led to share her heart on verses 10–12, and what she said has stayed with me ever since. She reminded us of the people of Berea. Scripture tells us they were “more noble” than others, not because they blindly accepted what they were taught, but because they did two things: they received the message with eagerness , and then they examined the Scriptures daily to se

Have you ever felt like God placed something big on your heart, something about your ministry, your marriage, your children, or even your career—and at first, you were filled with excitement and faith? You believed it. You held onto it. You could almost see it. But then… time passed. Hours turned into days. Days into months. Months into years. And slowly, quietly, doubt crept in. You began to question what you heard. You wondered if you misunderstood. You even started talking