No More Hiding

My husband got hired at 202 Lounge a few months ago. Last night, I went with him for the first time.

Twerking (on him). Throwing ones (his money, not mine). Yeah… I know it’s not exactly “holy” by most people’s standards. But for me, it felt like an assignment in my ministry as a wife.

I wasn’t there just for fun. I was there for my husband—to remind him he’s not alone. That even if I’m the one at home praying all night and playing sermons, he still has someone who can show up and turn up when he needs it.

Normally, you wouldn’t catch me in that kind of environment. But this wasn’t normal. My husband runs the club. And in this case, my presence there wasn’t just allowed—it felt sanctified.

I was there to cover him. To bless him.

Because here’s the thing:

Clarity can show up in the chaos.

Strength isn’t needed unless weakness is present.

Light shines best in the dark.

As long as you're still breathing, God can snatch you out of hell.

Nothing is final until Christ returns.

So I stand by my husband. I own the role I play—not just in his salvation, but also in the middle of his sin. Because how else can I help him be holy if I only show up for the clean parts?

Do I like it? No.

But there are things I can learn to enjoy… even as I endure.

My husband wants to own a club.

But I know God hasmuch biggerplans for him.

He wants me to come with him every month now. But that’s not happening. I gave him a little taste—for a special occasion. That’s how I move: I give more when the Spirit leads.

Side note: we say “once in an orange moon” instead of blue moon. The moon was orange on our first date and our first trip. It’s our thing.

I had fun. Because I’m a fun person. I know how to enjoy myself.

But even in the middle of the music and lights, I felt it—I didn’t like it.

And that right there? That’s mydiscernment.

I don’t want it watered down. I don’t want to lose sight of my why.

I wasn’t just there to vibe—I was there to show hell what a kingdom marriage looks like. To show what it means to cover your man, not just in prayer but in presence, when he needs it the most.

Mmm, that’s a word:

Cover your people—not just in prayer but with your presence.

And that’s who I am—across the board. Not just with my husband.

One day, I’ll tell the world the whole story.

But for now?

No more hiding.

I’m showing it all—the good, the bad, the ugly. Because I trust God. And I believe He trusts me. I’ve been through too much to fake it now. The truth is, it wasn’t God’s wrath that hurt me—it was my own sin. So never again.

I used to say I was pursuing holiness. But I was really chasing a feeling—the desire to feel holy. To feel clean.

But here’s the truth:

I am holy. Right here. Right now.

A holy mess.

Now what?

My husband promotes the club.

I promote holy living.

Sometimes we work together. It's a thin line.

But let me be clear:

I don’t promote sexual immorality, drunkenness, or substance abuse.

I promotebeing whole in your own skin, whether anyone’s watching or not.

Because God is watching.

Audience of One.

Last night?

I had a great time.

And in a smoky room, I received more clarity than I could have imagined.

I’m grateful to be in the army of the Lord—I got on combat boots to blot out my mistakes

Reflection Prompt

Have you ever followed God into a place you didn’t expect to find Him? What did He reveal to you there?