💄 Lipstick & Life Lessons

Alright, Sis… let’s talk.

In Matthew 6:25–34, Jesus tells us not to worry about our lives—not what we'll eat, wear, or what tomorrow may bring.

And if we're honest, tomorrow is where most of our anxiety lives.

We fight battles that haven't introduced themselves yet. We rehearse worst-case scenarios, prepare speeches for conversations that haven't happened, and brace for impacts that never come.

That's exhausting.

Now Jesus wasn't dismissing responsibility—He was dismantling anxiety.

There's a difference.

Responsibility says, "I'll do my part."
Anxiety says, "I must control the outcome."

And control feels powerful until it drains you.

Some of us aren't tired because life is heavy. We're tired because we refuse to put it down.

Overthinking is often just control dressed up in concern.

It sounds spiritual:
"I'm just being wise."
"I'm just planning ahead."
"I'm just preparing."

But underneath it all is fear whispering, "If I don't hold this together, everything will fall apart."

But here's the truth:

God has never needed your anxiety to accomplish His will.

He feeds birds that don't farm. He clothes flowers that don't sew. And He sustains you—not because you panic well, but because He is faithful.

So hear me, Sis:

You do not have to solve tomorrow tonight.

You do not have to micromanage what God has already mastered.

You do not have to rehearse disaster to be prepared.

If God is already in tomorrow, you don't need to live there today.

Let it go, Mama—God is not nervous.

He's not nervous about your bills, your children, or that decision you keep replaying in your mind.

He's not pacing Heaven.

So why are you pacing your house?

Release the grip. Close the mental courtroom. Stop arguing with outcomes that haven't even testified yet.

Peace isn't passive.

Peace is trust in motion.

Let it go and sleep tonight

Mirror, Mirror, Sis... A Dose of Truth Serum The Holy Spirit Read Me Today

06/17/2026Terri Hubbard

Girl... Stop Shrinking A few nights ago, I attended a family celebration and before I left the house, I prayed a simple prayer: "Lord, let me be a blessing." Nothing deep. Nothing dramatic. Just let me be a blessing. Well, wouldn't you know it? Before the evening was over, I was asked to pray over the meal. Now here's where things get interesting. When the request came, I immediately deferred. I pointed to the pastor. Then I pointed to another minister. Surely one of them should do it. Surely one of them was more qualified. Surely one of them was the better choice. But both of them declined. And guess who ended up praying? Me. Because that's what I do. Fast forward to the next morning. My husband and I were talking about the event when he casually said something that stopped me in my tracks. He said, "Don't you know you're a pastor?" Excuse me? Now before you start shouting, let me explain. It wasn't that I disagreed. It was that I hadn't fully embraced it. I've spent most of my life with a simple strategy: Slide in. Do what needs to be done. Slide back out. No spotlight. No attention. No fuss. Just let me serve from the background. But lately the Holy Spirit has been dealing with me. And the truth is... The background isn't my assignment anymore. Whew. That was harder to write than I expected. Because some of us have become experts at playing small. We call it humility. We call it being supportive. We call it staying in our lane. But sometimes it's just fear wearing a church hat. Sometimes it's insecurity dressed up as humility. Sometimes it's worrying about what people will think if we fully embrace what God is doing in our lives. And Sis, that's exhausting.

"Okay Sis, let's talk about the Holy Spirit for a minute..."

06/08/2026Terri Hubbard

Don't Get Nervous, Sis... The Holy Spirit Is Still God Life Giver. Intercessor. Ever-Present Companion. Same God. Different Assignment. Some folks get nervous the minute you start talking about the Trinity—and more specifically, the different Persons of the Trinity and their functions. But don't get it twisted, Sis. Whichever Person of the Godhead you're focusing on, it's still God. God the Father. God the Son. And God the Holy Spirit. Distinct Persons. One God. As Moses declared: "Hear, O Israel: The Lord our God is one Lord. " Deuteronomy 6:4 Maybe it would help to think about it this way. Imagine a woman who is a nurse. When she's at work, she's wearing scrubs and a bedazzled stethoscope draped around her neck. Everybody recognizes her role immediately because her clothing identifies her assignment. When she's home with baby girl, her hair's pulled up in a scrunchie, saving the world--tending to skinned-up knees, kissing booboos, and handing out snacks. But our girl's not finished. When date night rolls around, she's stepping out with her man in her red-bottoms and favorite dress, looking like a million dollars, despite the fact she spent a good majority of the morning mopping up paw prints and cleaning applesauce off the walls. Different settings. Different assignments. Different outfits. Same woman. Just because she's wearing different clothes doesn't mean she's become a different woman. And Sis, just because God is doing something different doesn't mean He's being someone different. In much the same way, God who is Spirit doesn't become someone different every time He works in a different way. He simply reveals another aspect of who He has always been. In Genesis 2:7, God (the Holy Spirit) is operating in His Life-Giver role, breathing life into lifeless dust, and man becomes a living soul. In Romans 8:26, God (the Holy Spirit) is operating in His Intercessor role, helping us pray when words fail us. And in Psalm 139:7, God (the Holy Spirit) is our Constant Companion. There's no place we can go where His presence can't reach us. Life-Giver. Intercessor. Ever-present Companion. Different operations. Same God. Although the Trinity is comprised of three distinct Persons, they are coequal, coeternal, and inseparable as One God. The assignment may change, but the identity never does. Life-Giver, Intercessor, or Ever-Present Companion — Sis, the Holy Spirit isn't confused about who He is... and don't you be confused either! Blessings always, Terri

Don't Get Nervous, Sis... He's Still God

06/08/2026Terri Hubbard

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Girl...Check Your Mind

06/02/2026Terri Hubbard

Finally, brethren, whatsoever things are true, whatsoever things are honest, whatsoever things are just, whatsoever things are pure, whatsoever things are lovely, whatsoever things are of good report; if there be any virtue, and if there be any praise, think on these things. Philippians 4:8 Are you kidding me????? One day, I found myself slipping into some good ol’ fashioned stinkin’-thinkin’. You know the drill: an unexpected urgent care bill shows up, and your washing machine goes on strike—leaving you with a mountain of dirty laundry and zero motivation. The longer I sat in that funk, the heavier everything started to feel. Suddenly, I was stewing over the three pounds I lost... and promptly found again, the neighbor who moved in across the street with chimpanzees for children (Heavenly Father, forgive me—but You see them too), and the patch of gray peeking out from under my trusty black Jheri curl wig. I confess—by that point, I was fully camped out in the pit of despair. (Okay, maybe I was being a little dramatic... but hey, some days my halo is on backward.) But then—miraculously—I felt a check in my spirit from the Holy Spirit. You know, like a spiritual thunk on the head. And instantly, He asked me, “Why are you letting the enemy steal from you?” (Full disclosure: His tone was actually a little harsher than that—but I figured some of y’all were already clutching your pearls just because I said the Holy Spirit asked me a question. So no, you’re probably not ready for the full fire-and-brimstone version of His query. But I digress.) That question stopped me in my tracks. I started thinking about what I’d been thinking about, and just like that, the Holy Spirit gently reminded me of Philippians 4:8: “Whatever things are pure, whatever things are lovely, whatever things are of good report… think on these things.” There’s a reason the Holy Spirit reminded me to think about what I was actually thinking about. He wanted me to recognize that when I get caught in a downward spiral of negative thinking, I lose focus—on who God is and all the amazing gifts He’s already given His children. Scripture makes it plain in John 10:10: It’s the thief who comes to steal, kill, and destroy. And girl, his goal is to rob me blind—of peace, purpose, joy, and every good thing God has planned for my life. I’ve had the blessing of ministering to hundreds of women—especially in the area of encouragement—through teaching, Bible study, coaching, and counseling. It’s absolutely what I was created to do. So isn’t it just like old slew-foot to constantly attack me in the very area I’m called to pour out? Staying encouraged myself is a daily battle! I’m always fighting to keep my mind focused and my spirit uplifted. That’s why—for me—reading Scripture isn’t optional. It’s survival. No joke, if I don’t fill my mind with the promises of God on a regular basis, I’ll be out here singing, “Gloom, despair, and agony on me!” like I’m starring in a spiritual soap opera. 😩📖💁🏾‍♀️ Yes, I know—it stinks feeling like we’re always in a fight. And sometimes I really do wonder, When will this ever end? But here’s what I know: at the end of every battle, I can look back and boldly declare, “Once again, devil… you got punked.” (Aka: defeated. Demolished. Dragged.) And the sheer joy of knowing that God fought the battle— but I get to walk in the victory? Oh yes, it makes the fight worth it every single time!

Girl!!!...but did you die?

06/02/2026Terri Hubbard

No, in all these things we win an overwhelming victory through him who has proved his love for us. Romans 8:37 Phillips Girl!!!...but did you die? "This has been the week from hell," she shrieked so loudly that I was pretty sure my neighbors could hear her through the phone. "Take a deep breath and tell me what happened," I pleaded as she continued her rant, already regretting picking up. She launched into a dramatic tirade about evil bosses and backstabbing coworkers—a mix of gossip, grievance, and spiritual warfare." Then, just when I thought she might be winding down, she shifted gears to the neighbor’s car—a wheezing heap of junk with some mysterious part dragging underneath, apparently loud enough to wake the dead. One thing was clear: she wasn’t just having a moment— she was in full-blown meltdown mode, and I’d somehow become the designated minister at this emergency prayer meeting I didn't volunteer for! Well, if an impromptu prayer meeting or an emergency counseling session was what she was expecting, --sorry to disappoint, sista, the only thing I kept hearing in my spirit through this entire barrage of complaints was Girl. .. but did you die ?' I know it sounds harsh—but come on, really? Let me explain the brutal honesty. I’m a die-hard, tongue-talking, baptized, apostolic Pentecostal girl who’s been living for Jesus practically since birth. I was born on a Sunday, and after the old-school six-week waiting period, I made my grand debut in somebody’s church—ruffled socks, baby bonnet, white high-top, spit-shined shoes and all. Am I perfect? Absolutely not! But I’m mature enough to know: if Jesus, the Master, had to endure the old rugged cross, then sis… we all have one too. Hers just happens to look like a crazy boss, backstabbing coworkers, and a busted-down car that sounds like it’s coughing up demons. So, sis… I ain’t hatin’ on you—I love you. And as your sister in Christ, it’s my job to remind you that God loves you even more . I know it feels impossible sometimes. But remember this: because He defeated every enemy at the cross, you will too. Nothing can stand against you—not even that snarky boss or the demon-possessed car that needs Jesus and a tune-up!

Interruptions

06/02/2026Terri Hubbard

And Moses said, I will now turn aside, and see this great sight, why the bush is not burn t Exodus 3:3 When was the last time you were in the 'zone, or as some would call it, 'the flow,' and all of a sudden, seemingly out of nowhere, you are interrupted? Gemini describes interruption as (BTW, I am loving Gemini). An interruption is when something temporarily stops or disrupts something else that is going on. But don't you just love it when your interruption turns out to be your 'break-through' moment? When I am blessed to find myself in these precious situations, I recognize that these aren't interruptions at all; they are 'God ticks. ' I know, you just asked what is a God tick? Well, I'm glad you did! A 'God tick' is a snippet of time out of eternity when the Divine invades your space and alerts you to an opportunity that you can't afford to miss! Don't believe it! Well. How about Moses in the desert? Picture this. Moses was out there minding his own business, tending to his sheep, possibly deep in thought about the family he left back in Egypt, when he was enjoying the benefits of opulence and luxury (he was a prince in Egypt), and out of nowhere, his thoughts are interrupted by the sight of a burning bush! "We all know how the Moses story goes, right? But rewind a second. If his day hadn't been utterly derailed by a talking, fiery bush, he might've just kept herding sheep on the back of nowhere, completely missing his divine promotion to Israel's deliverer. So, the next time your carefully planned day gets gloriously messed up, stop that eye-roll, sister! That 'interruption' just might be a divine invitation, leading you exactly where God's always planned for you to be." Just saying,