I pre-scheduled a certain graphic to post on my Facebook page last week. At the time, I shared it to encourage those that visit my page. Little did I know at the time, it was posted to encourage me.

You see, I have been battling.

I LOVE my time on the road, the Lord sustains me, but when I come home and decompress, it all comes out at the most inopportune moments.

The other day, I attended my Turbo Kick class which is such a great way to de-stress! About 15 minutes in, not only did my stress release, but it manifested itself in tears. Not wanting my instructor to witness my breakdown, I quickly left and headed to the locker-room where I let it out (thank You Lord that there was no one in there.)

I just bawled... overwhelmed... confused... tired... exhausted.

The workout warrior in me was not gonna let this stop me. I battled back, let the tears finish their business and returned to class.

I knew that I needed to be broken, but I also knew that I needed to battle. Depression hits me, but one thing I know is that I can't let my body loose motion, so I move... actually, I kick, I jump, I bur-bee!

What God shows me in the battle is that He is still good... that this too will end... that His Word is true and that weeping may remain for the night....many nights, but JOY comes!

That is the sure hope. Joy comes in the battle; not just at the end.

So friends, it's okay to sit down and weep, you are still counted as a warrior. The battle belongs to God and He will not fall back. Press on when it's hard, Press on when it's dark, press on when you feel all hope is gone, because you know that it is not. 

​Press on.

​During a recent VIP Q&A session that I was on the panel for, I was overwhelmed when asked the question about balancing life, travel, ministry, family, marriage...

I don’t know if there is ever balance or what that actually means, but there IS a call from God and it’s not always easy. It’s hard, it’s fulfilling, it’s lonely, it’s overwhelming.

I shared with the audience how I haven’t been to my home church in nine weeks and won’t be back there for another two.

That’s 11 weeks without my church community, but more than that it’s 11 weeks of not sitting next to my husband in worship.

Yet, I go.

I go for the broken. I go for the lost. I go for those who have worn the mask for far too long. I go because the Lord has called. With the blessing of my husband and the covering of my Pastor I go at times in tears and fatigue, BUT I always go in the JOY of the Lord and the expectant anticipation of the amazing things He will do.

So until the Lord calls me home, I will go where He sends me. The balance? The balance is easy to discern. Do what God says or don’t. When I don’t, everything else is thrown off kilter and the balance if off. When I obey the call, balance is restored.

Will you, if you don’t already, pray for me?

Pray for my marriage, my strength and my obedience to His voice. Pray for me to hear and grasp the words the Lord is commanding me to share and that I would share them boldly. Pray for my heart to be soft and open. Pray that I would do the next thing He is asking of me.

Pray especially for my husband. He is my life and my greatest cheerleader. Pray that I would give him the best of me and not the leftover weary scraps.

Please pray and I will pray for you.

​Love you in the Lord, Mia

I’m absolutely fascinated by watching people. In fact, I almost went into the hotel's "night club" the other day that the front desk lady clearly said "I don't think it's for you," just so I could watch the people (and get a really fun instagram story.) I also spend a lot of time in airports, sitting, (as I am doing as I write this) waiting and watching. Airports seem to be a simmering pot for something to go wrong and for emotions to boil over.
 
Lately, things on my flights have been going wrong a lot, so I have had the chance to really observe and take notes on my own and other people’s behavior when things are just plain out of our control.
 
Don’t get me wrong, I am a fighter….which has gotten me into trouble on several occasions. I am fiercely loyal to friends and family and for the cause of justice. But, aside from that when things go wrong, flights get cancelled and luggage gets lost, I tend to take on an “it is what it is” kind of attitude.

My anger, my biting words, and desire for things to be right will not change the fact that the plane has broken down, come in late or that my bags are in limbo. So it simply “is what it is” and when that happens I strive for resolution and understanding, but I also ask God what can I learn from this….anything…I'll take any little lesson He has to give in the most frustrating of situations.
 
This past weekend, as I dealt with luggage that didn’t make my flight, which meant my event clothes and all my merchandise and CDs were potentially not going to make it I felt frustrated, but what could I do…the show must go on, so I just wrapped my mind around the fact that I just needed to wait.
 
So I am asking myself (which means I am asking you) what is worth fighting over, what is worth waiting over? What areas do we need to rise up and speak more loudly and when do we simply need to sit down, shut our mouths and wait for things to unfold. It sound sounds like an easy question, but the answers will differ for each of us.
 
Lord, help us to be fighters for faith. Help us to know when to rise and when to lay down. Guide our words, but more importantly our hearts. Thank you God for caring about the little things and the lost things, our words and our heart. Lord, let every breath that you give us bring life, healing and joy. Help us to learn, help us to grow.- Amen

PS - Because of the sacrifice of one of our team members, who waited at the airport, rented a car and drove over 2 hours on her own to the event venue, I received my luggage 5 minutes before I had to step on stage. Five minutes was more than enough time to throw on a new outfit, some lipstick and do a little praise dance!! It was worth the wait!

I'm in New York City. My Aspire Women's Event touring team that I have been a part of from the beginning is heading to Florida without me.

​It seems so weird to say that. Over the past five years and 93 events that we have done, I have missed two. 

When we started in 2014, we did one event in Phoenix, AZ. In 2015, we did four and in 2016 we jumped to a whopping 12 events in one year. Little did we know that in 2017 the Lord would send us to 26 different cities and last year in 2018, we visited 41 cities.

Now in 2019, I have visited 9 cities and we are on pace to hit 70 cities this year. Crazy!! But, this year is different. As we are growing, so are the demands and so are the open doors. While we have had a rotating lineup of speakers and comedians, the one constant has been the host and worship leader, me. 

This year we are adding new worship leaders and musical artists. For me, it's a blessing to know that someone else can step in as God sends us out to reach more people. It's also a blessing to know that I don't have to do it all and the tour can go on without me, if I am not available on a certain day.

However, if I'm being completely honest, there is a part of me that feels like a mother sending her baby off to college for the first time and it kind of stings.

As a mother you are there from the start; you hear the first words, you see the first steps. You are a part of the learning to walk, fall and getting back up that happens as one grows. You pour your heart into that child so that one day it can stand on its own. Then, you step back and watch all that you have given do what God has intended for it to do from the beginning...glorify the Lord and be a light for Jesus Christ.

Yet, even as you step back, it can still be difficult to watch your child go out on its own and fly without you. Mostly because you love it so much and don't want anything to happen to your baby. But you know that for the sake of many, you must let it go otherwise you just stand in the way. 

That's how I feel about this weekend. I know that as the Lord grows what we are doing, I must release it and let it fly without me. I know the foundation has been laid, the ministry is strong and Jesus reigns over it...not me...JESUS!

I am thankful for this weekend away with my husband in New York because he is my first calling, but also because I get to see something that I have poured my heart into flourish, not because of me, but because of what Jesus has done and will do through the ministry of Aspire Women's Events.

So, if you are in the West Palm Beach area, or know someone that is there is an AMAZING event going on. You will laugh, learn and worship. You will be filled and I would love for you to see our team while they are in the area!!

Don't get any crazy ideas. I'm not going anywhere and I will be back, fully rested and ready to go next weekend!! But, until then...

​You can get more info at www.aspirewomensevents.com

2018 was a packed year. My traveling schedule was the fullest it has ever been. My family grew and changed in what seemed like overnight. My love for people and God’s bride, the church, grew in ways I never thought possible. Yet, in the midst of the hustle and bustle, the precious and quiet moments with my husband and family will be treasured most.

There are so many memories to choose from, so many stories in between, that twelve photos hardly does this year justice. Regardless, enjoy a trip down memory lane with me.