Leaving Familiar

Facing Fear and Embracing Growth

Over the weekend, I experienced a breakthrough—and came face to face with a fear I thought I had conquered.

First, the breakthrough. I attended a Women’s Spiritual Education and Wellness Workshop and met some amazing women (and men—side note: lately, every event I attend with men present, they are there in full support, affirming and serving women, secure in their manhood, and walking in servant leadership. Different story for a different day, but I see y’all, and I honor, respect, and appreciate you. I’ve felt safe!).

Back to the story…

I was up at the butt crack of dawn and at the event by 7:45 AM. Since I was there as a vendor for work, I started setting up—table, signs, registration materials, the usual. At first, I just observed, like anyone in a new space. I greeted people, held doors for elders, and took in the energy of the space. The women I met were incredibly kind, especially the one who invited us to vend. Once everything was in place, I wondered if we could join the workshop sessions. I decided to ask—and to my surprise, my colleague and I were welcomed with open arms.

What we experienced was a room full of intelligent, God-fearing, gentle giants—leaders, changemakers, and women shaping their communities in powerful ways. And in that space, I was reminded of my own gifts, talents, and experiences. I even found myself reflecting on things I hadn’t thought about in years—like the time I sang at the inaugural World Sickle Cell Day event at the United Nations in Manhattan over a decade ago.

When I shared that with my colleague, she laughed and said, "Wow, I keep learning so many new things about you. You have a plethora of experiences and knowledge."

Lessons Reinforced Through This Experience:

1. Speak up or you won’t be heard. Closed mouths don’t get fed. I would have missed a blessing if I hadn’t asked to join in.
   
   
2. Serving with an open heart isn’t weakness; it’s strength. Giving to others doesn’t diminish you—it enriches you.
   
   
3. Connections are valuable and vital. They feed the soul, but only if we truly plug in—not just to take, but to be present and pour into each other.

Coming Face to Face with Fear

Arizona was never a place I imagined living, but I’m here now. And even when I feel like shrinking back to what’s familiar, there’s a voice that keeps whispering: "STAY. Be still and know…"

After the event, instead of catching a ride or an Uber, I decided to explore South Phoenix on foot. And by “explore,” I mean I walked. And walked. And walked. Almost eight miles, to be exact.

At one point, I reached a bridge under construction. Wooden beams. Bolts. Not exactly reassuring. I paused, analyzing whether it was safe to cross.

Thinking back, I must have looked real suspicious to passersby—walking a few steps forward, stopping, looking around, considering crossing the street to find another way, then turning back. Each time, I went a little farther before retreating to "safety."

Finally, I decided: Just run across and get it over with!

The Infamous Bridge: A Crossroads of Fear and Growth

I ran the first eight steps, then slowed to a cautious walk. I looked back. Looked over the side. Considered turning around. But in the end, I kept going. It was the longest bridge I’ve walked in a long time. I thought I had overcome my fear of heights—I mean, I’ve hiked mountains, flown on planes, even gone zip-lining! But in that moment, fear gripped me. The old hesitation was still there. 

When I reached the other side, I stopped, exhaled, and patted myself on the back. I could have turned around and walked an extra two and a half miles to avoid that bridge, but I didn’t. And then it hit me—this was bigger than a bridge.

Leaving the Comfort Zone

One of my favorite books, The Dream Giver by Dr. Bruce Wilkinson, talks about how an "Ordinary Person" must leave a place of comfort to step into something greater. And once you step out, you’re immediately met with resistance—doubt, fear, even "bullies" trying to pull you back.

Crossing that bridge reminded me that despite how hard it is to leave familiar places and push past limiting beliefs, it’s necessary for growth.

And well, for me, it’s hard being over 1,000 miles away from everything I’ve ever known. But if I go back, am I trusting the plan God has for my life?

        So, I told myself:

• I can visit the familiar, but I cannot live there.
• I cannot return out of fear.
• The next level will stretch me, and that’s okay.

Leaving the familiar requires launching into the unknown. It requires crossing bridges—even when fear tells you to turn back. 

This weekend, I faced a bridge—literally and figuratively—and I crossed it. With two more 5K races for my 505050 Campaign ahead, I plan to cross two more.

The Other Side of Fear

Cheers! See you on the other side!

Stacie J. Whitaker-Harris

The Healing Power of Creative Expression

Why Creativity Is More Than Just a Hobby—It’s a Lifeline

Psychologists say painting nature reduces anxiety, while others believe art is a way to express emotions. If I’m being honest, that’s probably why I started.

From the time I was a little girl, I have loved writing poems, short stories, and songs. It has always been a form of therapy for me. I didn’t know it then, but writing, singing, drawing, dancing—pretty much all things art—became my outlets for release, healing, recentering, and growth.

I remember when my siblings and I used to play a game called "Up Against the Wall." We’d gather in the middle room of our house, each taking turns to stand up and perform whatever we wanted—singing, dancing, reciting poetry, or acting out a monologue. The only rule? It had to be engaging enough to keep the others interested.

Apparently, I was a natural comedian. I didn’t even know what a comedian was at the time—I just loved making my siblings laugh. I’d do funny voices and crack myself up so much that we’d all end up laughing until we cried.

One of the most influential people in my creative journey was my fifth-grade teacher, Mrs. Wiggins. She introduced me to so many forms of art—crocheting intricate mesh designs, making Christmas wreaths, and even crafting handmade greeting cards. Ironically, I enjoyed her projects more than the traditional art classes we had at school.

By middle school, I was learning to sew. I figured out how to mend holes in my jeans, replace buttons on my blouses, and even sew pillows and curtains. I also took drawing classes, which captivated me—until I became discouraged. My faces didn’t look realistic, and at the time, I didn’t realize that abstract art was just as valuable and expressive.

Fast forward to 2020, during the worldwide shutdown—I picked up a paintbrush and instantly fell in love with painting. Nature became my muse. 

I can’t speak for every artist, but I know firsthand that creativity can be a lifeline. Having experienced a host of traumas before the age of 10, I needed creative expression—it has likely saved my life. I still write, paint, and sketch from time to time. I never mastered drawing lifelike faces, but I’ve learned to embrace the soothing nature of simply creating.

And when I watch television shows, movies, or Netflix series, I am convinced now more than ever—art does, indeed, imitate life.

To My Fellow Creatives:

Keep creating for the joy of it. If you only focus on feeding yourself, the pressure might suck the life out of your art. Do it because you love it, and trust that everything else will fall into place.

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Title: Pieces of Myself

Original Artwork by Stacie J. Whitaker-Harris

Going the extra mile

During one of my daily walks, one of our unhoused neighbors approached me and asked if I had just a quarter. Unfortunately, I didn’t. I told him so, and he hung his head, turning to walk away.

I almost kept going, but something in my spirit nudged me to stop. Ask him if he wants something from the store. So I did. His eyes lit up, a flicker of hope breaking through.

"Yes, I haven’t eaten all day. Yes, I do really want a drink, but I’m really hungry too."

My heart sank.

We stood near a 7-Eleven, so I offered to get him something to eat. He was specific—he wanted a real cola, not the diet kind. That was okay. I was just grateful I had my bank card with me since I usually don’t carry it while walking. I bought him a breakfast sandwich, chips, and that cola he wanted. When I handed him the bag, he said thank you more times than I can remember.

I told him he was welcome, and instead of leaving right away, I asked about his family.

"No one wants me around anymore."

So I asked him to tell me something about himself.

He shared that he was a veteran. When he returned home from a tour, he struggled to adjust to being around people. He had grown so used to solitude that it became difficult to communicate with his wife, children, and even lifelong friends. The only people he somewhat related to were other vets, but even then, he admitted many of them had as he put it, "lost their marbles and often talked mumbo-jumbo" that he couldn’t connect with.

He didn’t blame them, though.

"Something about taking a human life or even witnessing it does something to you on the inside," He said. 

After years of trying to reintegrate, his agitation and hostility grew. Arguments turned into domestic disturbance calls, and household items bore the brunt of his frustration. He never hit his wife, but looking back, he admitted he had scared her and their children. Eventually, he was asked to leave.

I asked if he wanted a place to stay.

He hesitated. "I’m not sure."

I told him about some shelters for men, specifically for vets. He took the information with no promises. And that was okay. I wasn’t trying to save him—I just wanted him to feel seen, heard, and cared for while offering a resource.

After all these years, I’ve finally learned that going the extra mile doesn’t mean carrying someone’s burdens or fixing their life. It simply means showing up in a way that reminds them they are not invisible. I now understand the power of listening—really listening—without judgment, without the urge to fix, just to be present.

As we parted ways, he thanked me again, and I wished him well before continuing my walk.

Looking back, I realize I might not have met this man or had the privilege of hearing his story if I hadn’t gone that extra mile during my walk. Isn’t that just like life?

Going the extra mile isn’t about grand gestures or fixing what’s broken in others—it’s about showing up, being present, and allowing humanity to flow between us. It’s in the moments when we set aside our assumptions, lean in with curiosity, and honor the stories of those we encounter. Sometimes, all it takes is a simple question, an open heart, and the willingness to see another person fully. If we walk through life with this intention, who knows how many unseen souls we might touch—how many lives, including our own, we might change?

Going the extra mile—both literally and figuratively—leads us down unknown pathways, where we have the opportunity to immerse ourselves in the essence of what it means to be human. 

All we have to do is be present.

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Reflective Questions to Ask Yourself:

1. When was the last time I truly saw someone beyond their circumstances?

2. How do my assumptions shape the way I engage with those who have different life experiences?"

3. In what ways can I offer presence, not just solutions, to those in need?

4. What fears or discomforts hold me back from going the extra mile for others?

5. How can I create more space in my daily life to listen with empathy rather than judgment?

With tenderness and warmth,

Stacie J. Whitaker-Harris

Rising Resiliently: The Power of Support and Self-Belief

Reflections on Strength, Sisterhood, and the People Who Keep Us Moving Forward

Yesterday, just when I thought I was running out of steam and had nothing left to give, someone spoke one simple, positive word that reminded me of something powerful—through every phase of my life, I have always risen. Resiliently.

The previous day, I had the joy of reconnecting with friends who have long since become family. My good Sis, whom I’ve known for over 30 years, was in town. We grew up in the same church, and though I’m a few years older, we also attended the same high school—THEE Western High School, an all-girls college preparatory school. I graduated in 1994, and she graduated in 1996. We sang in the same choirs and shared a special bond in a small singing group that traveled around Baltimore City.

At 16, I found myself pregnant, and guess who became my firstborn’s godmother? You guessed it—this same friend. While some parents may have discouraged their children from staying connected with a teen mom (and trust me, many did!), hers did the opposite. They welcomed me in, asked me about my dreams, and held me accountable without judgment. Their love and guidance were an extension of the support I had from my own mother, and they became like second parents to me. They fed me, encouraged me, and stood by my side through some of my most defining moments.

• They were there when I earned my associate’s degree.
• They showed up when I graduated from law school.
• They celebrated every milestone with me.

Life takes us through unexpected twists and turns, but along the way, there are people who remind us that we are not alone. Their presence makes the journey a little sweeter, a little lighter. And for that, I am deeply grateful—not just for the people who have walked beside me for decades but also for those I continue to meet and build meaningful connections with today.

This image of doves represents peace, harmony, love, devotion, purity, and freedom. For me, these qualities are symbolic of the relationships I cherish—lifelong bonds built on trust, understanding, and unwavering connection. It’s also a special symbol to me because the dove is my high school mascot—we are known as the Western Doves.

Reflective Questions:

1. Who are the people in your life who have offered you unwavering support? How have they shaped your journey?
   
   
2. What moments in your past prove that you are stronger than you sometimes believe?
   
   
3. If you could offer encouragement to your younger self, what would you say?
   
   
4. What fears or doubts have held you back from stepping fully into your power? What’s one step you can take to move through them?
   
   
5. How do you want to show up for others in the way that people have shown up for you?
   
   
6. What are you doing today that your future self will thank you for?

With Gratitude,

Stacie J. Whitaker-Harris

Beloved: A Celebration of Love and Connection

I recently attended The Beloved Women's Day event at ASU Memorial Union, hosted by the Phoenix International Christian Church. Lately, I’ve been taking public transportation, especially the light rail. It’s so convenient and takes you to all the major hubs in Arizona and the surrounding counties. The ride was peaceful, and I even got in some extra walking for the day—a little gift to my body and mind.

When I arrived on ASU's Tempe campus, I was immediately welcomed with warmth and grace. Gentlemen dressed in black suits stood holding signs, smiling as they guided us toward the event. Their kindness set the tone, making me feel seen and valued before I even walked through the doors.

At the entrance, more men with signs greeted me with bright smiles and genuine warmth. After checking in at the registration table and getting my name tag, I entered the room alongside a group of women I’d never met before. But it didn’t take long for us to connect—smiles turned into hugs, and suddenly we were talking like old friends. There’s something so powerful about that instant sense of belonging—a reminder that love and connection transcend time and familiarity.

The theme Beloved was drawn from

Romans 9:25 (MSG):

"I’ll call the unloved and make them beloved."

What a powerful truth. To be beloved means to be chosen, cherished, and valued—not for what you’ve done, but simply because you are. The term "beloved" runs deep in Scripture. In the Old Testament, it reflects a longing, a deep emotional connection—God’s tender love for His people. In the New Testament, it speaks of divine and communal love—the kind of love that creates family out of strangers and unity from diversity.

And that’s exactly how this event felt—like a glimpse of heaven. The room was filled with women from all nations, tribes, and tongues—a beautiful tapestry of backgrounds and stories. We were loved on, doted over, and reminded how much God treasures us. I often imagine heaven as a space like this—a vibrant, multi-racial, multi-ethnic gathering where everyone is welcomed and celebrated.

Acts 10:34–35 (MSG) captures it beautifully:

"Now I realize, truly, that God doesn't play favorites. He welcomes people from every corner of the earth who are genuinely respectful of him and who do what's right."

My dear friend Arleen, who invited me, spoke on Being Beloved and Secure. Her testimony blew me away—it was raw, real, and so deeply moving. It reminded me that you never truly know what someone has walked through just by looking at them. Another woman, Alisha, spoke on Being Beloved and Hopeful, and Angeline shared on Being Beloved and Assured. Three different women—a White woman, a Black woman, and a Filipina woman—each with unique stories, but all connected by the same truth: we are seen, known, and loved by God.

What struck me most was how our journeys intertwined. Despite our differences, our hearts connected in the shared experience of being vulnerable, honest, and held by both God and one another. We cried together, prayed together, laughed together, and celebrated each other's victories. This wasn’t just an event—it was a sacred moment of healing and wholeness.

I left feeling lighter, filled up, and reminded of how intentional God is in creating each of us. Psalm 139:13 says, "You created my inmost being; you knit me together in my mother's womb." To be known that intimately and loved that deeply is life-changing.

As I reflected on the event, this truth settled in my heart:

"You are beloved. Not for what you do, but for who you are. You are cherished not because of your accomplishments, but because of your existence. Rest in that truth."

Here are a few pictures from the event

My friend Arleen speaking on the topic Beloved and Secure

Reflective Questions:

1. How does knowing you are beloved shift the way you see yourself and your worth?
   ➔ We all experience life uniquely and sometimes measure our value by achievements or others’ approval. Take a moment to reflect on how God’s love for you—just as you are—might change the way you see yourself.

2. In what areas of your life do you struggle to feel beloved, and how can you invite God into those spaces?
   ➔ It’s easy to feel unworthy or overlooked when life feels heavy. What specific situations or feelings make it hard to receive God’s love? How might you open your heart to His reassurance and grace?

3. How can you extend the love of being beloved to someone else this week?
   ➔ We are often blessed to be a blessing. How can you reflect the love and acceptance you’ve received—through a kind word, an act of service, or simply holding space for someone else?

With love and a heart open to the Beloved community and God's presence, 

Stacie J. Whitaker-Harris

Faster, Stronger, Happier: My Lucky Clover 5K Adventure

Like an excited kid on Christmas morning, I gathered my stuff, hopped into an Uber—a Nissan Altima—and buckled up. My driver and I made small talk about Arizona’s weather, which lately has been having an identity crisis—summer one day, winter the next, and today? A perfect spring preview. The sun was beaming through the window, so I cracked it open, already wondering if my jacket was overkill. But hey, it’s Arizona—random downpours aren’t out of the question, so better safe than sorry.

I pulled up to the Springfield Golf Resort at 1:37 p.m., probably the first to arrive (because, you know, I’m that person). At the gate, a sweet little old lady with a clipboard approached the car and asked the driver if we were there for the race. He didn’t know—because I hadn’t told him! From the back seat, I jumped in with a quick “Yes!” She smiled, waved us through, and wished me fun. Game on!

The vibe at the resort was…interesting. Lots of older white men milling about, but no eye contact. No biggie—I walked straight into the building and locked eyes with the first person who looked like they knew what was happening. “You here for the race?” she asked. I nodded. She handed me a menu, but I passed since running on a full stomach isn’t exactly my thing. I did accept a cup of water, though—hydration is key!

I sat outside on the patio, soaking up the sun and vibing to the throwback playlist blasting through the speakers: "Back to Life, Back to Reality" and "It Takes Two" had me swaying in my seat. The cool breeze was a welcome contrast to the heat I’d felt earlier. 

Around 1:47 p.m., I spotted the crew from 131 Events in their purple shirts, setting up the course. Then came the announcement: the course would close at 2:00 p.m., with everyone expected off the field by 2:15 p.m. Meanwhile, golfers were casually driving balls across the range, looking so content. It reminded me of my first time at the range with my old colleague, Randy. He taught me how to hit those little white balls, and it was surprisingly fun. Mental note: Get back to the range sometime soon!

Packet pickup was smooth, and I got to chatting with a mix of people. I met another Black woman running her first race and connected with a lovely couple from Minnesota who were there as spectators. We got to talking about health, wellness, and the DJ’s epic music taste. A woman named Gail reassured me that my four trips to the bathroom were just nerves—she wasn’t wrong.

The starting waves kicked off at 4:00 p.m., with the 7.5-minute-per-mile runners taking off first. You know where I was? Right where I belonged—with the 13-minute-per-mile crowd. 😆 But maybe next time, I’ll join the 12’s.

Now for the stats:

• My Apple Watch clocked me at 13:43 minutes per mile and a total time of 40:46.
• Official race results: (which logged my pace a bit faster than my Apple Watch–SWEET!)
  • Bib: 5522
  • Time: 40:54.10
  • Pace: 13:11 min/mile
  • Rank: 244
  • Age Group Rank: 16 out of 46 (in the F 45–49 group)

I was over a minute faster than my January 10K time! My big brother always says to celebrate even the smallest improvements, so you better believe I’m dancing like nobody’s watching! 

And the St. Patrick’s Day costumes? Priceless. Some were funny, some were cute, and a few were downright brilliant.

Honestly, this whole experience reminded me how important it is to keep showing up for myself—mind, body, and spirit. Growth isn’t just physical; it’s mental and emotional too. I’m already looking forward to my next two races in April. And speaking of races… stay tuned for details on my 505050 Campaign—you won’t want to miss it!

Here are some pictures from the race—the start, the middle, me crossing the finish line with my arms raised, and some festive St. Paddy’s Day fun. Enjoy!

With joy and a deep sense of accomplishment,

Stacie J. Whitaker-Harris

And We're Off....

Crossed the finish line like a BOSS...

Loved this dudes outfit and the beard...

Didn't know these ladies at all but they were
so excited that I crossed the finish line.
They were celebrating me and was excited to snap a pic too!

Sat with him and his wife and chatted a bit
(a different couple than mentioned earlier).
He had a little a little bottle of Louisiana hot sauce
as his "secret sauce" to help him cross the finish line.
Yup, right in his pocket and he had all the jokes!

My Bib #...

Had to get that post run photo rocking my metal...

This was actually before the race started.
I had to get a pic with my tank top, but that wind
got a little chilly so I put my jacket back on. 

This sort of speaks to all of my bathroom runs
before the race started because hey, why not!

I snapped a few pics of the crew setting up before the race.

Striding with Grace and Strength

I am super pumped about today’s 5K! So much so that I woke up at the crack of dawn—just like I did for the She Power 10K in January. Seriously, what is it about getting ready for something big that wakes you up with energy, even when you have hours to prepare?

Last night, I decided to be all responsible and re-read the race instructions to make sure I was fully prepared. From what I gathered, the race starts at 4:00 p.m., but the hosts said the party starts at 4:15 p.m. Uh… what?! Are they expecting us to run 4–6 minute miles and be done in 15 minutes?? If that’s the case, I’ve got some serious work to do! 😁

But honestly, I’m not worried about how fast anyone else is running. My goal is to push my limits. During the 10K, I finished my first lap in 41 minutes, so if I can beat that by even a minute—or heck, even 30 seconds—I’ll be celebrating like I won the whole thing. At the end of the day, it’s me versus me—that’s the only competition that matters. And yes, those who know me know I’m competitive, but mostly with myself.

Oh, and speaking of competition… I’m currently in a team of five doing a virtual around-the-world challenge! It started last Monday (the 10th) and lasts for 21 days. As a team, we’ve already racked up over 403K steps and are currently ranked #14 out of 496 teams—not too shabby, right? There are 15 destinations total, and we unlock a new one every 53K steps. So far, we’ve “traveled” to Iceland, Finland, Portugal, Hungary, Nigeria, India, Japan, and New Zealand—and now we’re working toward Kailua, Hawaii! 🌍🏃🏾‍♀️

I’m the team captain, and at one point, I held the number one spot, but now I’ve slipped to number three. Hopefully, today’s race will help me climb back up the leaderboard! But honestly, this whole experience reminds me how important it is to keep moving and believe in myself. It’s so much fun being on this health and wellness journey—and even more fun to have others join me, whether in person or virtually.

If you’ve ever thought about trying something that excites you the way this race excites me, go for it! There’s nothing like that rush of knowing you’re challenging yourself and growing in the process. Let’s see what today brings—wish me luck! 

Just having a little fun and feeling grateful for the sunshine!
I put my own spin on "My Girl" by Smokey Robinson (originally written by Smokey Robinson and Ronald White)—because honestly, sunshine on a sunny day in March in Arizona just hits differently! 😎🎶💛

With joy, energy, and love,

Stacie J. Whitaker-Harris

What Would Life Look Like Without Limits?

I hear it all the time: “God won’t put more on you than you can bear." But sometimes, I wonder—does God truly test our limits, or is He waiting for us to stop trying to carry everything alone? Scripture tells us, “Cast your cares on the Lord for He cares for you.” (1 Peter 5:7). But how often do we actually do that? How often do we cling to our burdens, convinced we have to handle it all ourselves?

For years, I held onto things that weighed me down—expectations, trauma, self-doubt, even my hair. In 2009, I did the “big chop” not just for a fresh start, but because my chemically processed hair was literally making me sick. My scalp was inflamed, my hair was thinning, and even my eyesight was affected. But more than that, I had spent years trying to fit a mold that wasn’t meant for me. Letting go of my hair was symbolic of something deeper—a willingness to release, to heal, to grow.

And I’m still learning what it means to live without the weight of my past. My mentor once asked me, “Who would you be without the trauma?" This question continues to echo in my heart. Because for so long, I’ve carried things—labels, pain, expectations. But I’m more than my experiences. More than a coach, a teacher, an author. I am a creation of God, uniquely designed, intricately woven with intention. And the more I step into that truth, the more I realize how powerful self-discovery really is.

Recently, my brother—one of my biggest supporters—reminded me of something I often forget. He told me, “You’re special, not just to me, but to the world. You have so much to offer. Stop shrinking yourself to fit into someone else’s box. Trust that you are enough." And in that moment this scripture came to mind:

“For you created my inmost being; you knit me together in my mother’s womb. I praise you because I am fearfully and wonderfully made." (Psalm 139:13-14)

God chose me to be a mouthpiece—to share His love, to live alongside people the way Jesus did, to walk in my purpose with boldness. But I know this journey isn’t just about me. It’s about all of us.

We all face Goliaths. We all encounter people who, out of fear, try to hold us back. We all wrestle with self-doubt. But here’s what I’m learning: God gives us a choice. We can let fear define us, or we can trust that He has something greater in store.

            So I’ll add one more question to my mentor’s: 

           Who would I be without fear and limitations?

I choose to release my burdens to God, to walk this path—not in perfection, but in faith. Because we are all beautifully flawed, yet wonderfully made.

Reflection Questions:

1. What burdens—emotional, spiritual, or physical—are you still holding onto that God is asking you to release? 
   Take a moment to reflect on what’s weighing you down. Are you carrying past hurts, self-doubt, or expectations that no longer serve you? Sometimes, we hold onto struggles because they feel familiar, but true healing comes when we surrender them to God. What’s one burden you can begin releasing today?
   
   
2. If fear wasn’t holding you back, what would you pursue with your whole heart?
   Fear has a way of keeping us stuck—stuck in routines, stuck in doubt, stuck in places we’ve outgrown. But imagine for a moment that fear had no power over you. What dreams would you chase? What bold steps would you take toward the life God is calling you to?
   
   
3. How do you see yourself? Are you viewing yourself through God’s eyes, or through the lens of past pain and limitations?
   Our identity is often shaped by our past experiences, but God sees us as whole, capable, and deeply loved. Do you see yourself the way He does? Or are you still defining yourself by what you’ve been through? What would it take for you to embrace your true worth?

Take time to journal, pray, share your thoughts in the comments, or share with someone who needs this reminder today. Your journey matters!


With the love and heart of Jesus,

Stacie J. Whitaker-Harris

Miles That Matter: Flourishing One Step at a Time

My next race—the first of three 5Ks—is happening this weekend, and I couldn’t be more excited. I’ll be honest, I didn’t train as much for this one as I did for my 10K, but my goal is to beat my She Power race time of 41 minutes. Even if I only shave off 30 seconds, I’ll take it as a win!

This week, I’m focusing on brisk walks while reserving my “running legs” for race day. Hydration, rest, and nourishing my body are top priorities because every mile matters—not just on the racecourse, but in life.

So, cheer me on as I prep! And stay tuned because I have so much more to share about my upcoming races and my 505050 Miles, Milestones & Memories Campaign.

Turning 49 and flourishing and preparing for the big 5-0 has been a journey of growth, strength, and self-love. But here’s something I’ve been reflecting on—what does flourishing really mean? For some, it’s a big house, a fancy car, or a thriving business. But for me? Right now, flourishing is about taking responsibility for my health—mind, body, and spirit. It’s about embracing every step, every mile, and every moment that shapes me.

    So let me ask you—

     What does flourishing look like in your life?

     What small wins do you celebrate along the way?

     How do you embrace the journey, not just the destination?

Let’s celebrate every step—because the miles matter, and so do you.

With joy and gratitude, 

Stacie J. Whitaker-Harris

62.5K+ Readers, 59 Countries—This Journey Wouldn’t Be the Same Without You!

Wow! I’m beyond grateful and honored—over 62.5K views across 59 countries! The top readers this year? Hong Kong leads the way, followed by the United States (#2), Brazil (#3), Singapore (#4), and Austria (#5). Plus, new readers from Argentina, Switzerland, and Bangladesh have joined our growing community!

I’ve been writing for over 20 years, self-published my first two books in 2010, and started blogging in 2009. Through all the twists and turns, this journey continues to evolve in ways I never imagined. And despite a writing gap from 2020 to 2025, I’ve still managed to share 184 posts—all thanks to your encouragement, support, and engagement.

Your time, your comments, your shares—they mean everything. 

I’d love to hear from you! 

• What resonates most? 
• What topics do you want more of? 

Let’s grow together as a community. Drop your thoughts in the comments!

Eternally Grateful,

Stacie J. Whitaker-Harris

Wisdom That Transcends Time

I sit on my couch, eyes fixed on the screen, watching a documentary about Queen Cleopatra. I have always been fascinated by history—the power struggles, the intrigue, the way empires rise and fall. But this time, something different resonates with me. The way siblings are pitted against one another for power, for wealth—it strikes a nerve. It alarms and saddens me.

No matter what, my siblings are my blood, my family, my forever. I would lay down my life for them, but never raise a hand to harm them. Betrayal and the hunger for dominance have no place in the bond woven into our very blood—I honor and protect this connection.

Mommy’s wisdom still guides us: “Stick together, no matter what.” Her voice, firm yet warm, echoes in my mind. “Relationships will come and go, but y’all are siblings forever.”

These are the lessons ingrained in us—not just by our mother, but by every elder who took pride in shaping us. We were taught to think strategically, to carry ourselves with dignity and self-respect, to be the best at whatever we chose to do. We debate, we argue, but we forgive. And above all, we lead. We don’t follow the masses blindly; we move with intention. That, I realize now, is true leadership.

Even in the midst of struggles, we rise. Hope is never lost when faith is still present. And with faith comes tests.

I replay my recent encounter with Frank, an older Japanese acupuncturist—a man of few words but infinite wisdom. He has been practicing for over twenty years, yet he humbly admits that even that isn’t enough to call himself a Master. His humility disarms me, but his words cut even deeper.

He is stern, matter-of-fact, and unapologetically direct. When I ask him a question, he shakes his head and tells me I have asked the wrong one. Then, with the patience of someone who has seen many come before me, he teaches me how to ask better questions—especially of myself.

“You still struggle with anxiety,” he observes, his voice even. “That means you’re trying to live in the past and the future instead of the present.”

The truth of his words settles over me like a weight. How often do I do just that? Worrying about what has been, stressing over what is to come, instead of simply being here—now. It is humbling to be schooled in such a way, but I welcome it. Because wisdom isn’t just about knowing—it’s about growing. And today, I am growing.

Today, I am grateful that I allowed myself to BE present—with Frank, with my mother, with my father, and with the other elders that guide me. I am grateful that I am BEcoming an elder, but much like Frank, I recognize there is still much to learn and Master. And the grand lesson? Mastery begins with self.

Reflection Questions: 

• In what ways am I holding onto the past or reaching too far into the future?

• How can I be more present in my daily life? 

• What lessons from my elders still guide me today? 

• How do I define leadership in my own life?

Thoughtfully, 

Stacie J. Whitaker-Harris

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Book Review: One Last Gift by Emily Stone

Every year for my birthday, I treat myself to a new book and a fresh journal—something about turning a page in both a book and life feels symbolic. This past Thanksgiving, I picked up One Last Gift by Emily Stone while spending quality time with my daughters, my son-in-love, and his wonderful family (who are now my family too). My youngest and I share a love for reading, even though our taste in genres differs slightly. Every now and then, we stumble upon a book that captivates us both, and this one was definitely a winner.

It had been a minute since I read something that wasn’t self-help, business, education, or spiritual growth. And if I’m being totally honest, since finishing law school in 2018, I think I’ve read fewer books than ever in my life. But hey, I’ve definitely listened to a whole lot of them—so that counts for something, right? 

One Last Gift was the perfect change of pace—a heartfelt story about family connections, love, romance, loss, healing, forgiveness, and stepping outside of your comfort zone to embrace life fully. It was a page-turner, and the only reason I didn’t finish it sooner was that I reserved my reading time for moments when my mind was clear—usually on my commutes, when I could truly absorb the story.

Emily Stone and her team painted such a vivid picture that I felt immersed in the characters’ journey. I will say, about a third of the way through, something major happened, and I found myself wondering, What could possibly come next? But then—twice more—I had that same reaction before reaching the end. It was unpredictable in the best way. If you love stories filled with romance, deep family bonds, and a touch of drama, this one is for you!

        What Are You Reading?

        Now, let’s talk books! I’d love to hear from you:

            • What’s the best book you’ve read recently?

            • What’s on your reading list for this year?

            • What’s your go-to genre?

As I’ve shared before, I’ve been on this healing journey for a long time. And, well, I’ve also spent over 20 years in school after high school—first, an associate’s degree that took seven years (yes, seven!), then another seven for my bachelor’s, and another ten for my master’s. That’s basically a lifetime of school, so you can see why I needed a break from reading and took a little hiatus.

But here’s the thing—I still love books just as much as I love writing them. It’s just that stepping into my 50s feels... different. I’m in this quirky, weird space where I enjoy sitting in complete silence just as much as I love going for a run, signing up for a 5K, soaking in the tub for two hours, or binge-watching Netflix.

And when it comes to books? My taste is as unpredictable as my playlist. I love The Dream Giver by Bruce Wilkinson, and A Long Way From Home by Connie Briscoe is still one of my all-time favorites. I highly recommend Jesus and the Disinherited by Dr. Howard Thurman, but I also love books about chess, business development, and even a good sultry read like Two Weeks Until the Rest of My Life by Harold T. Fisher.

Oh, and let’s not forget Nobody Knows the Trouble I’ve Seen: The Emotional Lives of Black Women by Inger Burnett-Zeigler, PhD—such a powerful read. And because my curiosity knows no limits, I even started reading books about physics. Because, hey—why not?

Speaking of genres, I have a semi-shameless plug—I’m currently working on my next book, and I’d love your thoughts! It’s a collection of short stories inspired by my personal journey, but it’s not just about reading—it’s about reflection. Each story invites you to journal alongside me, processing your own growth, self-compassion, healing, and community-building. If this sounds like something you’d read, let me know! I’d love to create a space where we can explore our journeys together, one page at a time.

Happy Reading!

Stacie J. Whitaker-Harris