There’s Something to be Said

Today, at 7:44 AM, I turned 30 years old.

I recently discussed the significance and meaning behind the number 30, so there’s no need to go into that any further. Today, just for a moment, I’ll reflect back on the last decade of my life.

In the last ten years, I’ve been and become so many things. In retrospect, I feel like I was more bad than good. From age 20 until 26, my life was riddled with so much self-imposed mess. I contemplated suicide, loved men I had no business loving, gave my body away to people who were undeserving. I searched to fill age-old voids in people, places, and things that were toxic and hurtful and downright excessive. I served a short stint as someone’s mistress and an even shorter stint in jail.






Here’s the photo to prove it.  (When I’m famous, TMZ won’t have anything on me. You got it here first. I swear the people who take your picture in jail intentionally tussles your hair to make you look insane.)

Loving the wrong person (and not loving myself enough) got me in jail. It took me 9 months to beat those charges (they were eventually dropped), something I could have never done without my family and God. I’ll tell that entire story another day, though. (New York Times Best Sellers book, maybe?)

I remember being six months pregnant (I think I was 22 years old) and being chased out my apartment by a knife wielding lover. I was in my night gown. Neighbors heard the ruckus and called the cops. By the time they arrived, I was back in the apartment accepting profuse apologies. The cop never knocked on the door and I wasn’t brave enough to run out to him to be rescued. These were the moments of my twenties.

Most people would have never known these things happened unless they read the book I wrote in 2010, Pieces: Finding the Missing Piece is Easier than You Think. I was 27 years old. It was the first time in my life I felt okay with being freakishly transparent. I spent so many years hiding my flaws and idiosyncrasies that writing that book and being transparent was one of the most  liberating, freeing, and probably one of the most impactful things I’d done so far in my life.

And I became addicted to it.

I promised God that every time I had an opportunity to write, I’d let two things happen: say whatever He wanted to say and be brave enough to let my dirt show. Although I agreed to this, I asked, “Why do I have to be so transparent? Why do I have to let everyone know my ‘business’?” He gently replied, “The uncovering of “dirt” isn’t for you, it’s for them. People are looking, searching for transparency. I’ll give you the ability and courage to be it.”

As I got closer to ending my twenties, proverbial light bulbs began to go off; I started to actually walk the talk, dig into why I was put on this earth, and focus my energy into people, places, and things that were in line with that purpose. If you follow me on Twitter or if we’re friends on Facebook, you know what the last couple of years have looked like for me. God’s grace and favor has shown itself in ways unimaginable.

Now that I’m 30 years old, the year of “the right moment” and “dedication”, I’m thankful for every moment in my twenties, good and bad. I’m thankful for the growth, the hurt, the joys, the successes, and epic failures. I’m thankful for a patient family and a gracious God. Lord knows I don’t deserve either.

Today is the first day of the best decade of my life… so far.

Thank you for being apart of it, near or far, intentionally or by accident, by divine appointment or random occurrence.

Thank you.

On the Chase,

Alisha L.


Here’s the scene: you put a dish of your favorite food in the microwave and as your tummy rumbles with hunger, you hear it popping and sizzling, taking in all those micro waves. With all the sound effects coming out of that 1,100 watt machine, you just know that when you take your food out of the microwave, it’s going to be ready to eat.

So, you take the dish out, sit it on the counter, stick your fork in it to get a bite — only to realize the center is still frozen.

This always sucks because you have to put the food back into the microwave for it to heat all the way through. The second time around, you stand there with your face inches away from the microwave… waiting. Those 2 minutes seem to take 20, don’t they?

Well, that’s the same thing that happens when we microwave our relationship with God. We put our lives (desires, dreams, wants, demands) in a microwave, press the 2:00 minute button and wait for the “ding!”, pretty confident that what we want we will get in just a matter of a half-hearted push of a button. Our sense of entitlement rears its head when we pull our spiritual dish out, pick up our fork of faith, and press down into a solid cold, frozen center, otherwise known as our heart.

All the right sound effects are there: the popping (hallelujah!) and sizzling (“I love me some Jesus!) but on the inside, our hearts are cold towards Him.

Revelation 3:15-16 tells us that God would much rather us be hot or cold towards Him — it’s the lukewarm (or half-cooked food – hot on the outside, cold on the inside) that He hates.

I know your [record of] works and what you are doing; you are neither cold nor hot. Would that you were cold or hot!
So, because you are lukewarm and neither cold nor hot, I will spew you out of My mouth! (Revelation 3:15-16 Amplified Version)

Here are two takeaways:

1. We have to learn to bake and roast. Microwaving our relationship with God does nothing but leave a cold, hard center. Baking and roasting allow for the Word to seep in, the juices to marinate, and for our hearts to warm up to the fiery outside we show the world. Nothing worth having in God can be cooked in a microwave.

2. Do a self check: what’s the temperature of your center? Rushing God’s will for your life can cause you to leave the cooking process earlier than you should. There’s nothing worse than having hot outsides (what you present to the world) and your heart lukewarm. It’s essential that we get our heart on fire for God and that our desires line up with His.

The best foods (and spiritual victories) come when we’re willing to bake a bit. Microwaved faith is for amateurs!

On the Chef Boyardee Chase,

Alisha L.

Why Tebow, Why Now?

While I’ve always been an avid NFL fan, I never thought that the sport would call for two different blog posts about one particular player and his faith. One discussion after another, Tim Tebow and his miraculous feats on the football field have stirred up another week’s worth of water cooler discussion, sending the media into a frenzy over Tebow, his football skills, and his faith. Continue reading

The Winning Formula

As all of America watched quarterback Tim Tebow win his 4th game of the season, social networks were flooded with commentary about how Tebow was able to pull off a come back win against the Jets.

One person Tweeted:

“I have to get on #TeamJesus, Tebow wins again.”

Another person said:

“All Tim Tebow has to do is start telling teams it’s no defense against prayer and he will have opponents shook.”

“God really listens to Tim Tebow’s prayers.”

Tim Tebow knew something in his spirit before the rest of the world did: God can do anything. The last tweet Tebow sent before tonight’s game was Colossians 3:15 which reads:

And let the peace that comes from Christ rule in your hearts. For as members of one body you are called to live in peace. And always be thankful. (New Living Translation)

How nerve wracking must it have been for Tebow, a 2nd-year quarter back with all of the sports world calling his success “rookie luck”, taking over a team after Kyle Orton, to enter the world’s stage and play the Jets. The nervousness must have been unsettling. The pounding beat of his heart probably resounded louder than the thousands of fans screaming in the stadium. But in that same heart, lived the peace of Christ found in Colossians 3:15.

How can this rookie QB face such great obstacles and win time after time after time? Continue reading

Brain Dead

Tonight I was talking to a good friend who finally got an answer to a prayer she’d been praying for a long time: a new car.

There were a few hiccups at the dealership, but, as of tomorrow she’ll have a new car.

However, she couldn’t help but think, analyze, and mull over what she’ll do in a few months when some financial situations change. She rhetorically asked “how” she would do it…

Turn off your brain, ma’am.  Continue reading