Giving It All To God

This is a topic that I struggle with, just being honest. I find it hard to give my worries to God. Do I have doubt in His ability to change my life and help me? No. I think I’m afraid of not having control. I like to have control in every aspect of my life whether it be finances, health, school, or stress. When I don’t have the control I panic, and stress, and worry. Part of me sometimes feels like my worries aren’t big enough and I shouldn’t trouble God with them. The thing about God is that He can handle all worries, no matter how large or how small.

God is there.

God is right there, ready for us to give everything to him. To lay it all down and let Him have total control. God doesn’t want us to worry or stress over things, He wants us to know that He is there. He is with us and He will not let us fail. God is always going to take us down the path he has destined for us and knowing that should be comforting. He tells us this in His word.

“In this world, you will have trouble. But take heart! For I have overcome the world.” John 16:33

“For I know the plans I have for you,” declares the Lord, “plan to prosper you and 20482299840_59bcb42aa6_znot to harm you, plans to give you hope and a future.” Jeremiah 29:11

“But the very hairs of your head are all numbered. Fear not: ye are of more value than many sparrows.” Luke 12:7

“Cast all your anxiety on him because he cares for you.” 1 Peter 5:7

How can I give it all to God?

I honestly haven’t answered this question for myself yet. I tell myself and God constantly, “Ok God, I’m giving this to you. I will not worry about this any longer” and a minute later I’m back to worrying. Sometimes praise music helps me feel more able to give God control. Some of my favorites are No Weapon by Fred Hammond, Never Would Have Made It by Marvin Sapp, and Indescribable by Kierra Kiki. (Definitely, check them out, I’ll leave videos down below). Praise music has allowed me to easier give things to God, it relaxes me and makes me feel safe.

I’m not perfect and I’ll never be perfect. Giving it all to God is something I struggle with, a lot. I’m trying to get better at it. How do you give it all to God? Let me know in the comments down below and don’t forget to listen to the songs I’ve linked.


My Anti-Perm Look

I’ve recently been wanting to do a consistent everyday look with my hair that avoids heat, so I thought about doing a perm. I did some research about perms and I outweighed the good (good looking curls) and the bad (semi-permanent curly damaged hair that I wouldn’t be able to recolor like I do every three months). There are more negatives, but my vanity was speaking louder than my logic.

I asked my hairstylist about them as well, I only go to the same hairstylist. (Reasons to never cheat on your hairstylist is for another post.) The salon I go to does not do perms but she told me I could get some products to get that wavy curly look. I then had another idea and she said I would most definitely get a perm look by using this product along with the hair products she had.

Flexi rods! (More specifically: Tifara Beauty 42-pack 7″ Flexible Curling Rods)

From what I can tell on YouTube these are not new at all. The videos on YouTube are mostly done by black women, so I’m assuming that the use of flexi rods are common in the African American community, but I’m just making an educated guess. People with finer hair can still use them and they’ll work the same, the curls will just look different on different people depending on their hair texture.

Ice Cream Party

The ones above are the exact pair of flexis that I purchased off I like these because they are easy to use, inexpensive, you get a ton and they come in a bunch of different sizes. I wasn’t sure if there was going to be enough for my hair because I have a lot of hair, but there were more than enough.

I’m still experimenting to find THE look, but when I do I’ll make a post on how I do so and share all the products I’m using as well as pictures of my hair.

My salon: The Cultural’s Elite in Pittsburgh, PA. If you live in the Pittsburgh area and are looking for a stylist, try The Cultural’s Elite. They are a locally owned hair salon that works with all hair types, do men and women’s hair, waxing, makeup, and more. Their Instagram: @theculturalselite

Feel free to leave tips on how to perfect my flexi rod look or comment what you think. Follow for more!

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Goodbye Squirrel

It saddens me to write this. My beloved dog, Ciara, passed away. Ciara was not too long ago taken to the doctor where they said she had a tumor on her stomach. My family was given the option to put her down or to let her live on medicine until she couldn’t anymore. My parents chose the medicine. My mom is a nurse so knew she wasn’t ready to leave Earth yet.

Ciara was one of my best friends and one of the best dogs I’ve ever had. I often called her “Squirrel”, I leaped around the house with her, and we’d play catch with treats. She was the best at catching treats in her mouth. She was also quite the athlete. One time she ran up to the wall with a toy in her mouth, bounced the toy off the wall, caught the toy, and ran the other way. I was lucky enough to catch it on tape. She also loved to swim and she would run circles around the tractor. When you took her for walks she would stop and point at any bird or bunny in her sight. She would always lift her ears and tilt her head when you talked to her. When you told her to “little woof” she would give a faint bark, well sometimes, other times she would just bark like crazy.

Ciara had a heart of gold and stomach that was never full. She often got in trouble for getting in the garbage or grabbing food off the counter. Not once, but twice did Ciara grab a plate of Christmas cookies off the table and ate them all. She also enjoyed Halloween candy (which she stole). Her little spots made her a hand painted work of art that God took a little extra time on to make. I thank God for giving me the opportunity to be blessed by such a loving dog like my Squirrel. I’m going to miss a lot about her, but what I think I dread the most is going home (from Pittsburgh to Erie) and not having her to welcome me home, to cuddle with, and most of all no one to call “Squirrel”.

This is to my Squirrel, I will miss you, my heart will ache for you, but you will forever be my baby Squirrel.


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