Black women don’t enter the holiday season from a place of ease. We enter it carrying emotional, generational, cultural, and professional labor the world depends on, but rarely acknowledges. And after a year where hundreds of thousands of Black women were pushed out of the workforce, dismissed, overlooked, and expected to “push through,” our Christmas lists look very different from what’s sold in a gift guide. This year, I’m naming what Black women really want: rest, softness, protection, dignity, and joy that doesn’t require suffering.

After obedience comes alignment—the reward for when you stop forcing what’s not meant for you. In this letter, I share how choosing faith, flow, and trust allowed life to start meeting me halfway.

After all these years and all these accomplishments, I realized there’s still one thing I’m learning—trust. Not in someone else, but in myself. Confidence says, “You’ve got this.” Trust whispers, “And even if it doesn’t go as planned, you’ll still be okay.” This is a love letter to that lesson.

Lately, I’ve been reminded that obedience isn’t about perfection, it’s about presence. About returning home to the gifts you’ve tucked away for “someday.” I’m in a season of rebuilding momentum, leaning into faith, grace, and alignment. And through it all, I’m realizing that real obedience—spirit-led obedience—will always guide you back to where you’re meant to be.

God calls us out of comfort and into the unknown—sometimes gently, sometimes like an earthquake. Fear and doubt may whisper that we’re not enough, but the truth is: we’re part of something way bigger. Step boldly into your calling, trust the process, and move like it, pray like it, believe like it.