• The Closet Prayer
    “When I traveled around the country visiting women in their own homes and talking to them about their closets, every woman lamented about ‘settling’ for many of the pieces in their closet.” -Jennifer Hyman

    This quote is from the founder of Rent the Runway, who had a vision to change the way women use their closets. No longer as a place just to store random items of clothing that we will never wear! Her vision is to make a way for people to get more out of their clothing and have a shared closet with others around the world. I cannot claim to know all of the details. In all reality, I was just searching for a quote that struck me about a closet for my own little story.

    I chose this quote because I was struck by the reality that we often settle for things that don’t fit us. We get tired of searching, waiting, and the hassle of trying on another thing! I admit it that I have a strong love for getting rid of things. I don’t know why, but often I will get in a spring cleaning mood and will start tackling those hidden places. It probably stems from my need to control the chaos of life. The things I been through have caused me to be hypersensitive to mess.

    I desire a great deal to bring order to out of control situations. When I was a small girl, probably nine or so I wrote a prayer that my granny found and she told me what it said, “God please help me to get a hang of my life.” My granny tucked that prayer away and showed me as an adult. For such a young child, I knew my chaotic life and upbringing was not normal! I deeply wanted to fix things for everyone. It became a weakness, because I have often tried to fix people that have no interest in changing.

    My children and a large black trash bag hate to see me coming! I go into those places and I tackle the mess. I just want things to be orderly and neat. I often say, “Out with the old and in with the new!” I feel that cleaning out our spaces often leads to more contentment. We give away what no longer serves us and create space for new things to come in. Never hold too tightly to anything my friends. I can speak from many lessons on this matter.

    “Whoever seeks to preserve his life will loose it, and but whoever looses his life will keep it.” Luke 17:33 (ESV)

    The things that we get too attached to can become a dangerous place to be in when we are desiring to serve God fully. The desire to control outcomes, clinging to worldly possessions can lead to a deficit in all reality. We can find ourselves putting integrity on the back burner and living a life that is actually self centered. I can speak on it because I’ve been there! Jesus isn’t saying go be a martyr necessarily but to hold our possessions, status, and lives lightly as all of it is fleeting. We cannot take anything with us when we leave this place.

    There was a time in my life that I was wanting to go in a different direction. I really didn’t know what I should do I wrote in my journal the options before me. I was living in a crappy apartment with my young son, it was just the two of us then. I wanted to leave that apartment but I really didn’t have a full proof plan. I decided that after praying about what I was sensing in my heart, that it was time to move. I said okay God, I’m going to show my faith in action. I went into my closet and began packing things up.

    As I was sitting on the floor in the closet going through my things I was singing worship songs to God. I ran out of songs to sing and then the phrase came into my mind “Bridge Over Troubled Water.” I thought well that’s a weird song, but somehow I just knew it was a song. I had never heard this song before. I stopped packing and went to look up the song on YouTube. While searching, I was wondering why God gave me a song? Then I found the song! It was sung by Simon and Garfunkel from the 70s! I had never even heard of these strange men either.

    The song was hauntingly beautiful the lyrics were as if a pledge of friendship, love, and protection. It was like God had just stepped into my mess and gave me hope and encouragement. I couldn’t believe it! I began packing even faster trusting, that no matter what God would be with me through it all. I made my bed hard many times but God never failed me. He stayed by my side.

    The life of a child of God has many transitions, and I’m learning it’s a long journey but one of great hope. We learn to surrender, sacrifice, and shift our identity as we grow from faith to faith. We learn to let go of our ego, control, and what we think life should look like. As we age we find a much deeper meaning in the simple things. We appreciate things much more as we mature. Our true sense of security comes from a deep trusting that things will work out as they should. We do the best we can and leave the rest up to God.

    How many of us keep that tiny outfit, saying well I will get back into it or we hold so tight to things that are outdated. What about the old and outdated thoughts we carry? Often times we are trying to maintain a version of ourselves that no longer exists. Our closets can represent our identity. The story in the Bible of Lot’s wife who turned back to look at what she was leaving behind. God told her not to look back and she lost her life instantly. That act of disobedience served as a reminder to all of us that we don’t need to look at what is lost!

    There are things that must die in the life of a Christian. We must die to self and our fleshly desires. When we cling too tightly to things it shows our lack of trust that God meets our needs, or that he knows it hurt to let go sometimes. What are you needing to let go of today?

    Oh friend I’m right there with you, I am learning to let go of so many things. It is painful but so worth it in the end!

    On a side note, when I left that crappy apartment, I never once missed it! I moved on to better, I began to see what life could be and I’m still learning this lesson! Keep moving forward!

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  • Mez, The Angel of God.

    If you could be someone else for a day, who would you be, and why?

    I would choose to be an angel on dispatch for God.

    Just like this sweet lady that came at just the right moment. I woke up to see that Mez read a bunch of my blogs and was touched by my stories. I wept as I read her beautiful comments. Mez had no idea that I asked God for a sign, that I needed some encouragement! God sent her to speak life to me, to tell me to keep going! Her words spoke right into my darkness and pain. The words shone a light that this is how I heal and recover! I keep showing up, sharing my thoughts and the process. Friends the kindness we give out you may never know the impact that it has on someone’s life!

    From this morning’s prayer time.

    After seeing her comments, I went and read some of her blog posts and I wasn’t shocked to find a kind, gentle soul. She writes poetry and shares the hope that she has, we have the same mission but different stories. The same Father (GOD), but different paths to walk. I encourage you all to be like that for someone! Champion each other on, let’s not get into our ego and pettiness. We all need a pat on the back and a clap once in a while! Please if you enjoy my writing go check out hers at

    http://shehathwings.com She is not the only one that has blessed me through what I thought was an insignificant blog page. Many of you have inspired me so much! The world needs more kindness!

    First let’s go back a bit, last night I was so anxious and sad. The grief clinging to my bones tighter than the jeans that I was wearing. In this season, God has been challenging me to grieve what I thought my life would look like and embrace what he is creating it into. I have been through a great deal of abuse from sexual, physical, verbal, etc.

    It started very early in my life the feeling of being utterly alone. I couldn’t really tell anyone all that I was dealing with at home, school or anywhere. I learned early on that if I stayed quiet, and did as I was told I could bear it. Or so I thought, I never wanted to be a burden and yet I often felt that way. I grew up life moved on and I had lots of ups and downs. Life has been a series of highs and lows, but I ALWAYS had faith! I don’t even know where it came from really!

    I believed in God long before I even understood why. He had been my anchor through the storms of my chaotic upbringing. He always let me know he was there in various ways. He would send dreams, songs, words a of encouragement from strangers, strange and unusual blessings all to draw me near. I would draw close and then would retreat when life got hard. I was always so afraid of everything! I would have to work myself up to do the things that deep down I really wanted to do in spite of my fears. I know now, that fearful side of me comes from my broken childhood. However God has always been so patient with me as I mature.

    Last night I had to run some errands, I was feeling okay despite this sadness. I went about my day but then the attacks came and I felt the discouragement, loneliness, and the pain so heavy in my body. I began to cry and felt awful for being so weak. I wanted to talk to someone, but as I scanned my phone contacts I realized that I had no one that I wanted to talk to. I felt that deep wound of rejection come in like a flood. I prayed out loud until the storm passed. I felt calmer and relieved. I talked to my son and he gave me a big hug. “It’s gonna be okay, mom.” We laid down and watched tv together and it was a decent evening.

    When I climbed in my bed I prayed and cried some more, as I began processing more of my feelings. The trauma I ignored for so long showing up demanding answers! These feelings buried deep inside are needing a place to go. I asked God for a sign that he was with me and could hear me. I know it seems so foolish but that is the life of a child of God, sometimes he feels distant. I went to bed and tried to think positive. I woke up early and was annoyed that I couldn’t sleep in a bit! However, I knew I had to get up and do what I can do today.

    I WILL GET THROUGH THIS SEASON and while I’m going through I will reach back and grab someone and bring them to the other side with me! I will be the light in someone else’s storm!

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  • Video Blog about life, love, grief, and God.

    Today I thought I would give you guys a bit of what was on my heart! I recorded this video as I am navigating everything. I hope you are encouraged by my thoughts!

    I used to think that being sad as a Christian was a sort of taboo. We are supposed to be joyful, hopeful, successful, etc. When tragedy, grief, loss, health issues, financial issues, marital issues, etc. hit that we have to just keep it quiet. I find that so many Christians are hiding from really dark seasons of their life, due to fear of judgement. It’s really important to have people that you can reach out to and share your burdens. We need others in times like these and if you are watching the news you see why! Remember that Jesus is acquainted with grief, he always was moved when he saw others hurting. He never turned anyone away that came for healing.

    Of course we cannot heal everyone, and be all that Jesus is to our world. However, each day we can choose to love, listen, forgive, pray, and be concerned about the lives of others. I think one of the easiest and most powerful things we can do for others is to PRAY for them! It takes very little energy or resources and yet highly, effective! The Lord is always happy to see us thinking of others and their needs, while he tends to ours. Praying for others is an act of faith! We trust that God will move in their life because we have seen him move in ours! His faithfulness to our plight is a reminder that someone else needs that too.

    I hope you all are having a great weekend! Happy Reading and thank you for stopping by and sharing in my little world!

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  • The Gift of a Voice

    Share one of the best gifts you’ve ever received.

    The best gift I ever received was a brand new typewriter! I was spending time with my granny and I would go out and play. One day as we were outside, I supposed that she introduced me to her neighbor Diane. I can’t remember the initial meeting anymore. I just remember loving to go a couple of doors down to visit Diane. I remember her so vividly she was such a sweet woman. She was middle aged, and she lived alone with her two cats. I can still see her face and hear her voice in my mind!

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    Diane was a tall, slender woman with large teeth and a bright smile. She had this high pitched, nasally voice and kind eyes. She wore her hair short with her soft black curls. I thought she was so cool! She had a very modern looking home, she had art, lots of books, and just a quirky vibe. That was just who she was a woman that loved simple things but had great taste! Her home reminded me of one of those hipster bookstores that you see nowadays.

    I would love to see her right now, I could use someone like her in my life again. A kind, gentle soul and like me, a little misunderstood. Diane wasn’t married, and didn’t have any children. I cannot remember as to why. She seemed content with her simple, quiet life. Diane had a child-like way about her that really drew me in as a young kid. I was ten I believe when I met her that summer. As time passed, I would bring my two cousins to play there too! She would give us snacks and watch us play in her yard.

    Diane’s house had this garden like feel to it because her small house was set off the road and enclosed with a large magnolia tree. This tree was massive, I can still smell the sweet smell. At times, the smell was overwhelming. Her yard was completely fenced in and she had all kind of plants. I remember one day telling Diane that I like to write stories. I really don’t even recall her response. One day she asked my granny if she could take me shopping. We headed off to Pier 1 Imports and she bought me a sunflower photograph and then we went somewhere else and got the typewriter.

    I really couldn’t be more excited! I never even used a typewriter but she knew that I needed something! I have always used writing as a way to process my emotions, learn, teach, encourage, and inspire. Diane gave me the best gift, a dream to chase. I would spend hours typing away. I wish I had some of those stories but that’s okay. The point of that summer was to encourage me to be who I am. My parents really never understood my gift. They both were amazed at it but didn’t really foster it. My mom always helped with my love for reading, but writing I think was just not something she knew much about.

    The typewriter was electric, light grey, and it had those replaceable ink cartridges. I felt so cool and important using it and I truly loved every moment that I had it. One thing that she gave me that day, was a reminder that I have a voice. When we write it is our thoughts, intentions, feelings and hopes. I think I stifled my voice many times in my life because I felt misunderstood. I think I also learned the best thing about life, that my voice matters and my stories are needed.

    As I sit here and think back to those days, I still wonder why Diane did what she did for me? Could she know my deep sadness? Could she tell I was abused and traumatized? I’m not sure if I shared my personal story with her. Maybe she was just as lonely as me. I always felt a deep loneliness because I always felt like an outsider. I wanted to fit in but it took a lot of compromise to get there. I do not fit in because I wasn’t meant to. The thing about my friend is that she didn’t seem to care what anyone thought of her. She was herself and that is so inspiring as I think of her.

    The world has a way of stealing our dreams, originality, and soul but those are the things that make us so special. It is a must that we remain true to ourselves. That is a great gift that we have to offer to the world. We need not to be afraid of whom we have always been. I ran from myself a lot because I felt somehow flawed. The greatest things about our identity, it has always been. There is not a point of arrival, rather a moment of recognition.

    You are a gift, and I hope that you have many moments when you are reminded of the gift that you are to the world. I pray that you find your people, those who uplift you and inspire you. If you can get a few good people in your corner to support you, that’s all you need. I am so thankful for the friendship I shared with Diane, she was one of those people for me. She truly saw me without me having to say too much! There will always be an urge to over explain ourselves to people who are determined to not understand us. Don’t waste time on that, just be who you are and the right people will show up!

    Happy reading and God bless my friends! I am so very grateful for those of you that see me and get me! I love sharing my worldview with you guys and I appreciate your encouragement and shared thoughts. Keep showing up!

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  • The Sunset is Different Here
    Photo by Me. 2/5/26

    The sunset is different here

    It makes me feel like I am lost

    Maybe that is the point

    Like a North Star pointing me to forget all that I lost

    This quiet grief becoming a familiar face

    Another sunset too soon

    My heart searching for the long summer days

    Change your environment, change your life

    Finding myself in this foreign place

    I miss back home but even that seems different

    The longer I am away nothing is the same

    A stranger in the wind on the way to a destination unknown

    All that I have known stripped away

    Like flesh from bone

    Dare I lift my eyes to see another grey sky

    God help me, show me the reason why

    I keep thinking of King David in the scriptures

    “ I had fainted unless, I believed to see the goodness of the Lord, in the land of the living!”

    My sense of security resides in but mere hopeful wishes

    Prayers to the sky, the orange light fading on me

    Dare I ask to see the sunrise, don’t let my dreams die

    Forgive my weak faith a heart torn

    by expected disappointments

    I clutch my heart as my eyes scan for a hint of gold

    Oh to have a glorious sunrise upon this valley

    Cast away this darkness that clings to my soul

    The sunset is different here and yet another chapter unfolds

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  • The Long Night

    I know that I’m usually really trying to see the bright side, and be encouraging but this has to be released. I grew up in a very traumatic situation and I never really processed these things and I didn’t realize the PTSD that was stored in my body. I just knew that I was hurting, searching, longing, and pleading to feel whole again. I walked through life with a guard up. I want to share my story, I’m sorry if it’s uncomfortable to read. This is just the part of healing I tried everything to avoid. Thanks for reading. Please don’t be silent, connect with me during this time. I need community.

    “My end will be greater than my beginning.” -ShilohRose77

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  • Healing My Inner Child

    *****TRIGGER WARNING***** Sensitive story about things I went through as a child. I cannot hide it anymore. Last night I dreamed of a ceiling and it had a huge lump hanging from it. It was like there was a lot of water in it and it was bulging like it was about to explode. This was another sign it’s time to let it out. They say sharing it will help me and others. I have to let these things out. I haven’t told many people this stuff.

    GOD please, take this pain and make it into something.

    THE LEAKY CEILING:

    I listened in the other room while my mom was raped.

    My mother lost her memory after being beaten so bad. I had to ride in an ambulance, I had to explain to the neighbors something was wrong with mommy. I had to explain to the doctors what happened.

    My mother’s front teeth were knocked out.

    I rescued my mom from the locked closet after the beatings.

    No dinners made. No hugs. No sorry. No help.

    YOU ARE A MONSTER DADDY! Love will never excuse the horrors!

    I wanna say so much, and yet there are so many more stories to share. This terrifies me honestly. I started shaking so bad, and a feral scream escaped my lips. I think this is all I can do, I feel so tired now.

  • Misconstruction Of Love

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    Author: SHILOHROSE77©️

    “Sometimes love that is lost can lead us to find a deeper love within ourselves.” -Elizabeth Gilbert

    MISCONSTRUCTION OF LOVE

    I am who I am this is what I do

    You don’t understand me, I surely don’t understand you

    I would have never had the audacity to turn the other way

    When your heart was bleeding, and the skies were gray

    I stayed by your side knowing it was killing me inside

    You made a fool of me and you

    A tender heart with a taste for vengeance, and yet in the end

    I let you off the hook, like you even showed repentance

    What a shame, you couldn’t stay solid

    In the end you loose me and I gain more strength

    To let you go hurt me more than the painful memories

    Then I remembered just who I am that’s all I’ll have in the end

    To live a lie is worse than the realities of our discrepancies

    Happiness is subjective because many days I was happy

    There were others I could barely breathe

    My heart struggled under the weight

    I wanted you to be the one

    Maybe it was me but who’s to say

    I know I love you

    Don’t you see what you’ve done

    Taken all of my energy sucked me dry

    I thought hope was lost until I found her

    The version of me, I killed to please you

    Well now she is back and I refuse to die

    Living like a invisible force behind you

    My silence was an act of violence

    My words are my redemption

    Justice for the wounded soul

    Looks like taking back control

    Speaking up despite criticism

    Breaking the hold of fear

    Why should I be afraid of my own voice

    It is a gift to be heard

    Silence was my choice and now I chose better

    My own voice coming back like the song of spring

    It feels good to hear it ringing through

    The anthem of my hearts tune

    Hear my cry, all of you

    Never let anyone silence you

    We will create moments of quiet but never the

    Void of words filling our spaces

    The silent treatment is not the answer

    It’s unresolved conflict that make us slowly distance

    A canyon of space between us like this king bed

    You’re here but I still miss us

    Please don’t make this a permanent existence

    I can’t make you listen but my departure

    Will speak beyond your resistance

    Another love lost to the foolishness of arrogance

    You don’t understand me, and I surely don’t understand you

  • Love The Costly Necessity

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    Love is a drug, and the eyes don’t lie. -Me

    “Love costs us all we are and will ever be. Yet it is only love which sets us free.”

    Love don’t cost a thing

    I beg to differ

    It will cost you everything

    The sacrifice to experience what we are longing for

    If its free, it’s counterfeit

    Real love makes you a better you

    The changes are clear to see

    If love didn’t change you

    It was lust perhaps

    A fleeting moment of passion

    May we keep our intentions pure

    To be loved, a wonderful feeling

    Don’t commit if you plan on leaving

    What ignited our fire released our transgressions

    A crimson stain of irrevocable, heartache that remains

    It ain’t a bed of roses, it’s built on the art of compromise

    If you ain’t got the money, then you sure ain’t got the time

    A love divine, requires you to give it your all

    To stand next to me forever, your heart must possess a currency above reciprocity

    Tell me you love me, show me you love me without duplicity

    Follow ME! Get to know me a little better! As always, Happy Reading!

    “She was everything but cold.” -Me

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  • Snowscape Chronicles
    We got 21 inches of snow in 24hrs!!

    It’s funny how when you move to a new place you never really know what to expect! I have moved to somewhere that has a completely different climate than where I am from. It’s kind of driving me nuts, because it’s dark, gray, and much colder! I have never seen this much snow in my life! It has snowed at least once a week since like November! I can say, I do not love the cold but I must say the snow is exquisite. I feel like I am in a movie or something!

    This season of life has been hard because when you make big life changes, it seems life hits you with bigger lessons! It seems as of late, I am confronted with who I want to become. I have be convicted by my own spirit, because I have become complacent. That’s when life hits you with some hard truths. We must continue to grow, learn, heal, adapt, because the person we desire to be requires work! I have learned that some people are not willing to put in that kind of effort. I think some just hide behind vices instead of confront what they already know.

    What kind of God would give us wisdom, guidance, and teaching lessons and not expect us to change? That would be silly. That’s the thing, the trials and wrong turns are to teach us to rise above. We learn new methods to evolve. Sometimes the growing pains seem very unfair. Hey, if you are nodding your head to this just stick with me. God can often seem so unjust! There I said it, because I think we all experience moments of feeling like God has went blind. The turmoil in the US can make us all question GOD! But instead of shaking our fists we must hit our knees and ask what he is teaching us from these crazy circumstances.

    “To appreciate the beauty of a snowflake, it is necessary to stand out in the cold.”

    God gave us incredible resilience and determination. Unfortunately, we sharpen those skills in the middle of the battle. There will be loss, but we can decide how to accept the losses. That is the part that I keep tripping over on! I admit that I want to know what God is up to when it comes to my life! I know I have experienced the love, comfort, and peace of God. That’s why I continue to go back to prayer, the scriptures and worship. It’s something that was always inside of me. I always belonged to Him. These battles are tough, and I wonder if I am getting the upper hand? I will myself to trust his plan over and over. Does that make me foolish?

    “The greatest lesson in life is to know that even fools are right sometimes.” -Winston Churchill

    The snow was inspiring, it reminded me of new beginnings. I experience that because I took a risk, and trusted. Don’t mind me, I am just pre-gaming myself to take more risks! To make each day count for something! The snow was so inviting soft, pure, gentle, quiet. I laid down in a huge pile of snow and it felt so good. The moment reminded me that I still have so much life to experience! I admit that I have often let fear tell me outcomes that probably wont even happen. The big WHAT IF’s are always there when you want to embark on something new. WHAT IF it is going to work out just fine?

    In my life right now, I have a predicament that I really want to resolve but have been so afraid of outcomes. I have allowed myself to become paralyzed by the wrong thinking. This is my way of giving myself a good pep talk! I use what I am going through to help relate to others. I share these stories in hopes, that you will breathe easier knowing you are not alone. This life can be so uncertain.

    “If uncertainty is unacceptable to you, it turns to fear. If it is perfectly acceptable, it turns into increased aliveness, alertness, and creativity.” _Eckhart Tolle

    The more that we resist the changes, the harder it becomes. I have stayed too long in this place. I think that my need for controlling outcomes has cost me dearly! Lord, please help me to keep moving forward. I do not want to miss out on great things based on assumptions. What brave step are you wanting to take in your own life? Is there something you are refusing to see? Or am I on an island of my own? I admit the more I reflect, on the journey it was in those risky moments that I often found myself in a really good place! Not all risks will pan out though, and we must learn to take one to the chin!

    Is this just the babbling of a mad woman, or am I on to something ? I like to think that each time I sit down to do this, that I have something to offer the world. This is a safe space for me, but it can be risky. To share one’s hopes, dreams, aspirations, trauma, grief, etc. with the world is hard. That’s why I often go on hiatus, because I do not like to be superficial in my blog. I want to bare my soul and if I help anyone then so be it! I will be proud, but ultimately I am here to gain perspective. You may have differing opinions and I do too. I desire deeply to connect with like-minded people.

    They say that the right people understand you and hear you differently. I didn’t really understand that thought until I experienced it first-hand. Sometimes you can try and talk to a person, to gain understanding and they only see things their way. Other times, the silence spoke, but only some can hear your silence. They know it hold more weight than words.

    “Silence is the most powerful scream.” -Anonymous

    Last night I had a terrible nightmare, it was truly awful! I was shaken to my core. I know it’s trauma knocking at my door, and I must open and listen. I have learned that my own inner voice has a lot to say but I have been like so many, not ready to listen. I have to confront the monsters under my bed so to speak. What do you fear most? I try and think of this often and the only word that comes up is failure. I allowed it to keep me places that I have outgrown. I let people put me in boxes that were never who I am.

    We have the power to be who we want to be and who cares who doesn’t like it! To HELL with killing ourselves for the claps, approval and acceptance of a dying world! That made me feel an empowered! My purpose, worth, and all the above are not connected to another’s rating! Who made them the judge? To whom do I give the credit for my life? But God alone! Let yourself be misunderstood and stop over explaining to people who have decided to not get it!

    If we had the option to see from a birds-eye view, our life once it’s all over. I doubt we will say, Oh look so and so was proud of me, or I was finally accepted by them. Nope! I think very seriously we would be amazed at all that we missed out on for that very reason. Live your life FOR YOU, with others in mind! Happy Reading & God guide you on your personal journey!

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