Broken Hearts in Bible Study


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I’ve been going back and forth in my mind. Wondering whether or not to share this post.

The reason is today I experienced something so raw that to share would be to cheapen the event. However, I truly believe vulnerable moments are the most powerful.

So I’ll share with the purest of intents.

I went to Bible Study today and heard someone in our Church had died. I didn’t know the person. Though the event was tragic, it didn’t affect me as deeply as it would if I could put a face to the name.

What broke my heart. What still sends pangs of pain in my soul was the way it affected my Bible Study teacher. She is a devout and faithful woman of God. A sincere soul who I admire with every part of my being.

There she was. The sweet matriarch of our Church and our Bible Study. Always there with a kind word, helpful hand, and open heart to anyone in need.

stars and revelation 21:4

We were studying Jeremiah. She was in so much pain, tears were inevitable. There wasn’t a single set of dry eyes in Bible Study. Despite the countless tears, the pain, we pressed on in our study. Reading aloud the verses when crying permitted.

At the end of our Bible Study, she asked us to recall some promises of God. I could think of none- except one: He will wipe every tear from their eyes. (Revelation 21:4)

She broke my heart. This devout Christian who was suffering for the loss of her friend but determined to continue leading us in faith.

No one is immune to the pain of this world. It is especially hard when even the most faithful of us suffer. Through it all, though, there is hope.


One Year Anniversary!


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Can’t believe it.

One year ago I was an unemployed single mother with an unhealthy dependence on sleeping pills and cheap wine. I felt like I had nothing left to live for.

So I created the Real as the Streets blog as a desperate attempt to leave some sort of legacy in the world before I ended my life.

Yet, here I am.


This time last year, I angrily told God He could take my life. I meant it quite literally.

However, by the grace of God,  not only am I still alive. But I’ve never been happier in my life. It’s amazing how a single year can change the entire direction of one’s existence.

I’m not only gainfully employed, I’m happily employed. Recently, I just got a promotion of sorts with a salary that basically doubled.

Two things I learned since the creation of Real as the Streets:

  1. Never underestimate the power of the Lord.
  2. Never underestimate the transformation that can occur in a single year.

Happy Anniversary, blog family! 🙂



Book Review: This Momentary Marriage


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I’ve been reading This Momentary MarriageA Parable of Permanence by John Piper. It’s available as a free PDF. I was pleasantly surprised at how profound it was. Not just for married couples, but for down-hearted singles (like myself).

Christian marriage literature can be, and has often been, perverted to suit the aims of chauvinistic manipulators. Especially in terms of servitude and gender roles.

This books is not like that. At all.

Piper offers a refreshing, Bible-based understanding of marriage. The focus is rightly placed on God and Christ. Not human gratification.

It is well worth the read.


Parent Catchphrases


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If my parenting style could be described in one word, that word would be, “no.”

I’m a Christian so there’s a whole box of “no,” right there. I’m also a first time Momma and a single parent so… “nope.”

For the longest my baby girl probably thought my name was, “no.” But I didn’t realize how bad I was until one of my daughter’s first words was, “no.” Smh.

Sometimes I switch it up with tried and true parenting catch phrases:

  • “Stoppit!”
  • “Put it down.”
  • “Leave that alone.”
  • “This isn’t food.”
  • “Lord, have mercy.”
  • “That’s not a toy!”
  • “Give it here!”
  • “Don’t make me come over there.”
  • “You got til the count of 3.”
  • “Lord, give me strength.”
  • “Where’s my wine?”
  • “Alexa: Do hospitals accept returns?” (lol, jk!)
  • “NAP TIME!”

I’m trying to lighten up a bit, though. My young’in is really a sweetheart just trying to find her way in this strange thing we call life.

More than anything I want her to live in a world of possibility not prohibition… I just wish that her world of possibility did not include playing in toilets or eating banana peels >.<


I Hate Valentine’s Day


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crayons and a sheet of paper with the words i hate valentine's day

I hate Valentine’s Day. Becuase you know #bittersinglewoman #hater
I’m basically the Grinch of Valentine’s Day.

Lemme explain, Dr. Seuss style.

Everyone on Facebook liked Valentine’s Day a lot.
Except Rae, the Real as the Streets blogger, who did not.

Scrolling through images from her tablet with a frown,
At the filtered romantic pics with likes all around.

“Valentine’s Day is sickening,” Rae thought with a scowl,
“Chocolate, roses, candles, and romance. It sucks something foul!”


Between the commercialization of love and the onslaught of painful reminders of my solitude. I can’t stand it.

So for all you other lonely singles out there tryna make it through the lovey-dovey season of purchases without reason.

Remember: Jesus loves you!

… Even if no one else does. 🙂