FRUITFUL FRIDAY — December 19, 2025 “What felt like loss can become fruit in God’s hands.” Beautiful woman… I’m not writing this from a place of “I figured it out.” I’m writing this from a place of I had to fight to keep believing. Because this year… whew. There were moments I wanted to quit—not just one thing, but everything. The vision. The ministry. The serving. The building. The “being strong.” There were days I felt like I was carrying responsibility with one hand and my own heartbreak with the other—and nobody could see the weight because I still showed up. And if that’s been your story too, I want you to know something: God sees the version of you that kept going while you were breaking. And He is not going to waste what you survived. Carrying Purpose While Bleeding Let me explain what that pain really feels like, because it’s not talked about enough. Carrying purpose while bleeding is when God still calls you, but your heart still aches. It’s when you’re still leading, still praying, still pouring into people… but inside you’re whispering, “Lord, I’m tired of being the strong one.” It’s a different kind of pain because it’s not just physical exhaustion— It’s spiritual fatigue. Emotional bruising. Mental overload. It feels like: - Serving with a smile while your chest is tight. - Encouraging other women while you’re trying not to cry in private. - Being faithful when your feelings are screaming, “What’s the point?” - Watching God use you… while you still feel wounded. - Being proud of your growth and still grieving what it cost you. It’s the pain of being called and crushed at the same time. It’s the ache of knowing God has a plan, but feeling like the process is taking too much from you. And yet… the truth is: Sometimes purpose doesn’t come with applause. Sometimes it comes with pressure. When You’ve Been Building, Healing, Serving, and Trying… and Life Still Keeps Taking This is the part that can mess with your faith if you don’t say it out loud.

THE TRUTH YOU’VE BEEN AVOIDING IS THE FREEDOM YOU’VE BEEN PRAYING FOR ​ A Morning Word for the Women of Encouraging Her Resilience & Becoming Her By Dashonia Marie Good morning, Beautiful Woman. As you rise today, before the noise of the world reaches you, God is inviting you into something sacred — truth. Not surface-level truth. Not the version you offer others. But the truth you’ve been carrying quietly, carefully, and often painfully. “And you will know the truth, and the truth will set you free.” — John 8:32 (NLT) LET’S BREAK THIS SCRIPTURE DOWN Jesus did not say hear the truth. He said know the truth. To know means to acknowledge it, face it, and stop running from it. Freedom does not come from awareness alone — it comes from honest confrontation. Many women are praying for freedom while avoiding honesty. We ask God to heal what we won’t admit. We ask Him to restore what we won’t surrender. We ask Him to move while refusing to be truthful about where we really are. And Sis… that’s not rebellion — that’s fear. THE COST OF LIVING UNTRUTHFULLY When a woman can’t get honest with herself, she becomes emotionally exhausted. When she can’t get honest with God, her prayers become guarded. She says: “I’m okay.” “I’ve healed.” “I’ve forgiven.” “I trust God.” But her heart says: “I’m tired.” “I’m hurting.” “I’m still angry.” “I don’t feel safe.” This disconnect is why so many women feel stuck — Not because God isn’t moving, but because truth hasn’t entered the room yet. WHY HONESTY IS A SPIRITUAL DISCIPLINE Honesty is not weakness. Honesty is humility. “The Lord detests lying lips, but He delights in those who tell the truth.” — Proverbs 12:22 (NLT) God delights in your truth — not your performance. Honesty removes shame. Honesty dismantles denial. Honesty creates space for healing. You cannot heal what you keep hidden. And you cannot become her while protecting who you used to be. THIS WORD IS FOR THE WOMAN WHO… Knows something is off but won’t name it

A Word From Dashonia Marie December 15, 2025 Good morning, beautiful woman. Before you do anything else this morning— before you check your phone, before you carry the weight of another week, before you replay what hurt you or rush into what’s next— Stop. This is not a motivational post. This is an invitation. An invitation for you to step out of survival mode and into the presence of God. This morning, I didn’t come to God with words. I came empty. No music. No distractions. Just silence… and surrender. And in that stillness, the Spirit of God met me there. Not rushed. Not loud. But intentional. And He led me straight to Isaiah 40. Let me tell you something before we go any further: Encouragement from people is nice. Encouragement from leaders can lift you. Encouragement from friends can comfort you. But encouragement from the Spirit of God reaches places no human voice ever can. It doesn’t hype you. It heals you. It settles the anxiety you couldn’t explain. It anchors the faith that’s been trembling. It touches wounds you buried and forgot were still open. ISAIAH 40:2 (NIV) “Speak tenderly to Jerusalem, and proclaim to her that her hard service has been completed, that her sin has been paid for, that she has received from the Lord’s hand double for all her sins.” When I read that verse this morning, my spirit broke open. Because as this year comes to an end, I looked back over my life and whispered something to God I hadn’t said out loud yet: “This year almost broke me.” Not surface-level hard. Not “I’m tired” hard. But faith-stretching, soul-exhausting, knees-on-the-floor hard. This year tested me. I’ve faced trial after trial. My faith has been pressed in ways I never expected. My strength has been drained more days than I can count. There were moments I wanted to quit. Moments I questioned everything. I’ve been misunderstood. Talked about. Accused. Challenged by systems that were supposed to protect—but instead exposed corruption. I’ve fought legal battles this year—real ones.