The Journey to Year 33: The Crown and the Crucifixion

The Crowns I’ve Carried

Year 32 came with its crowns. Paying off debts. Walking in the fulfillment of a career that’s not just a job but a promise kept. Being trusted to be a prayer warrior, interceding and standing in the gap. Living in a way that, when Jesus looks at me, He can be proud. Those are crowns I don’t take lightly.

The Crucifixions That Stretched Me

But the crucifixions? Whew. Choosing silence when I knew I was right. Six dogs filling the house with chaos. Carrying grief over selective racism that still poisons this world. Watching HBCU campuses be threatened while knowing the value and beauty of what they represent. These were my crosses to bear—hard, heavy, and humbling.

My Garden of Gethsemane

This year? It felt heavy. I cried out more than I can count. Many days I felt like I was in my own Garden of Gethsemane, asking God if this cup could just pass. The weight of the calling pressed on me. And the more I thought about it, the more I realized—what an honor it actually is to even look a little like Jesus. Not perfect, not even close. But the crushing made me closer to Him than I’ve ever been.

Breaking Barriers. Building Bridges. Flipping Tables.

God told me this season was about breaking barriers and building bridges. And listen—breaking barriers ain’t glamorous, and building bridges is not for the weak. It’s been a call to holiness, to advocacy, to boldness. It’s meant having the tough conversations, calling out wrong, and yes—those “flipping tables” moments where silence wasn’t an option. Growth isn’t always pretty, but it’s necessary.

Stepping Into 33 With Open Hands

So what’s next? Honestly—Listeeeeeeeeen, I have no idea what 33 holds. I hope  a few more naps lol, I am thankful. I walk into it knowing this: 

God hears me. 

He sees me. 

He answers my prayers. 

He moves on my behalf.

That’s enough for me to keep becoming everything He’s called me to be.