Broken Yoke Blog

A group of some of my removed Facebook posts.

Too often, we let the opinions of others shake our confidence—especially from people who have no real value in our lives. But here’s the truth: if you wouldn’t go to them for guidance, why let their criticism affect you?Not everyone’s opinion matters. Not everyone is qualified to judge your journey. Focus on learning from those who’ve walked the path you admire, not from those who are just watching from the sidelines.Take advice from the wise. Ignore the noise from the irrelevant. Keep moving forward.

I choose to forgive—not because they deserve it, but because I deserve peace. Holding onto hurt only weighs me down, but releasing it makes room for joy.To those who have wronged me, I release you. I let go of the pain, the anger, and the disappointment. Not because it was okay, but because I trust God to handle what I cannot.And I know this: God sees, God restores, and God repays. For every tear, He will give me double the joy. For every loss, He will bring double the victory.I am walking in grace, moving forward in peace, and expecting greater things ahead!

If you’ve been through what I have, you’d understand. The kind of pain that breaks you down—physically, mentally, spiritually. I’ve been through hell, and I’ve felt it in every way possible.But pain teaches you. It strips away illusions, reshapes you, and makes you see the world differently. And after everything, I’ve learned that true peace is priceless.You can’t truly appreciate peace until you’ve survived the storm. And trust me, I have. That’s why I protect my peace with everything I have.

I’ve been loyal to people who didn’t deserve it. I’ve stood by those who wouldn’t do the same for me. But I’ve learned—people don’t make me mad anymore; they just disappoint me.I had a lot of respect for you. I reward loyalty with loyalty, and disloyalty? With distance. Simple as that.I forgive, I truly do. But let’s not be naïve—I don’t forget. Lessons are meant to be learned, not repeated. So, I move forward, wiser, stronger, and with a circle that reflects the same energy I give.

Respect is a two-way street. I give it freely and with the utmost sincerity, but I also demand mine. If you choose not to reciprocate, that’s your choice. I won’t argue, I won’t fight—I’ll simply remove myself from the equation.Because I’ve learned that when you entertain a clown, you become part of the circus. And I have no interest in performing.

You Can Be Good and Still Be Betrayed. You can be kind. You can be gracious. You can be helpful. You can go out of your way to uplift others. And yet, betrayal can still come from those you least expect.Judas dined with Jesus. Walked with Him. Learned from Him. And still, he betrayed Him.So don’t let the actions of others change the goodness in you. Stay kind. Stay gracious. Stay helpful. Because your character is a reflection of you, not of those who fail to appreciate it. Keep being who you are, even when others don’t value it. Integrity will always outlast betrayal.

If you’re going to be offended, let’s be clear—it won’t be because of my opinions. It’ll be because of the Word of God. My beliefs aren’t based on personal preferences, feelings, or trends. They’re rooted in Scripture, in truth that never changes.I don’t speak to please the world; I speak to stand for what is right in the eyes of God. If that offends you, it’s not me you have a problem with—it’s Him. And that’s something between you and Him.We live in a time where people are quick to reject truth if it doesn’t align with their desires. But the truth isn’t meant to be comfortable—it’s meant to set us free. If God’s Word convicts you, that’s not hate; that’s grace calling you to something higher.So if you find yourself offended, ask yourself: Is it really me you’re upset with? Or is it the truth of God’s Word challenging something in your heart?I stand on His truth, unapologetically. Because at the end of the day, I answer to Him, not the opinions of man.

Why Doesn’t the World Want Anything to Do with the Church?Because they see how the church treats each other. And honestly, the world treats each other better than some self-proclaimed Christians do.Shame on you, so-called children of God, for using social media to tear others down instead of lifting them up. We are called to be the light, yet some of you are spreading darkness with your words and actions.Jesus said, “By this everyone will know that you are my disciples, if you love one another.” (John 13:35)So ask yourself—what are you showing the world? Love or division? Grace or condemnation? If we don’t reflect Christ, how can we expect the world to want anything to do with Him?It’s time to do better.

I’m in a quiet war.Inside, a battlefield wages in silence.I’m hurt. I’m angry. I’m sad. I’m lost. I’m broken.I walk around like everything is alright—but everything is not alright.But even here, in the wreckage, I know Jesus is with me. Even when I don’t feel it, even when the weight is too much, He is here.Holding the broken pieces of my heart,waiting for me to let Him put them back together.Not into what was, but into something new.A mosaic of beauty and pain, a testimony only He can use to reach others. Not me. But Jesus. Always Jesus.

Here I am—standing tall despite everything that tried to break me. Scarred but stronger, wiser but still learning. I’ve walked through fire, faced betrayal, and carried burdens I never asked for. And yet, I’m still here.I won’t shrink to make others comfortable. I won’t apologize for my strength, my voice, or my presence. I’ve fought too hard to be who I am today. Here I am—unapologetic and resilient. Take me as I am or watch me walk away.

I’m so tired of this self-righteous world. Everybody’s got something to say about someone else, pointing fingers, acting like they’re better. But let’s be real—you’re not. You’re flawed, you’ve made mistakes, and if you think your mess is any cleaner than theirs, you’re only fooling yourself.You’re judging people, but you stink too. You’ve got dirt, you’ve got struggles, and you’ve got messes. So why act like you’re above anyone else?The truth is, when God looks at them, He doesn’t see them as less than you. He sees them just like He sees you—worthy of love, grace, and redemption. So before you speak on somebody else’s life, take a long, hard look in the mirror.Who are you that God is mindful of you? Yet, He is. Just like He is with them. Maybe it’s time we stop acting like we’re the judge and start showing the same grace we hope to receive. Because at the end of the day, none of us are better. We all need mercy.

You are a gift, not a convenience. Your presence is a privilege, not an obligation. If someone cannot see your worth, if they take you for granted or drain you with their negativity, cut them out—without hesitation, without guilt. You don’t need liabilities disguised as friendships, nor do you need to beg for the bare minimum. Protect your energy, surround yourself with those who uplift, not those who deplete. You are not here to carry dead weight—you are here to grow, to thrive, to be valued. And anyone who doesn’t see that? Let them watch from a distance.

The more unwanted you are, the more necessary you become. A storm is never welcomed, yet it nourishes the earth. A fire is feared, yet it forges the strongest steel. Rejection does not mean insignificance—often, it signals purpose beyond what others can see. The world may push you away, but that only means it is unknowingly shaping itself around your absence. And when the moment comes, when the need arises, it will turn back to you, realizing that what it once discarded was, in truth, indispensable.

I laugh loud because I used to cry hard. I shine bright because my whole life, people threw shade on me. I went through tests so I could have a testimony. People want the rewards but don’t want to pay the cost I paid. They think my blessings came at a discount—like I got my success on sale.But what they don’t see is the full price I paid in pain, struggle, and sacrifice. Nothing was handed to me.Nothing was easy. But I kept going, and now I stand tall, shining even brighter. Let them talk. Let them assume. But I know the value of every tear, every lesson, and every battle I fought to be where I am today.

I try to stay chill and keep quiet. I mind my own, stay in my lane, and let things slide. But don’t get it twisted—just because I don’t, doesn’t mean I can’t. Just because I choose peace, doesn’t mean I don’t know war. My silence isn’t weakness, and my patience isn’t fear. I’m calm, not soft. Respect that.