I’ve sat here for an hours reading old journals, emails, and watching Youtube to find exactly what I want to…
Today, I ran into someone who reminded me of a season of deep hurt and confusion. More than remind me…
I’ve written on how I don’t always feel enough. Black enough. Smart enough. Good enough. Well, tonight I want…
My name is Osheta. It's pronounced, "O-she-da" and so many people have asked if it means something. It doesn't. My dad just made it up.
But if I were to go to Urban Dictionary and create a definition for my name it might say something like this:
An ENFJ mama who loves parties, people, and popcorn with red wine. A pastor's wife who is convinced God has a sense of humor. A Peacemaker who loves Jesus a lot and cusses... a little. An optimistic cookbook reader. A hopeless romantic. A goofball with a little bit of sass.