There was a time when every major decision I made passed through a committee before it ever reached God. Family. Employers. Mentors. Circumstances disguised as “wisdom.” Recently, I found myself at another crossroads — one familiar, one uncertain. The familiar asked for endurance. The uncertain asked for trust. For the first time, I didn’t ask anyone what I should do. I didn’t negotiate my peace or explain myself into exhaustion.

I shared a new, more personal reflection on Substack today — a quiet look at the ways we sometimes protect our hearts without realizing what we’re pushing away. It’s a piece about timing, tenderness, and how healing reshapes the way we show up for connection. If you’d like to sit with the full story, join me on Substack:“When Caution Sounds Like Clarity.” A little honesty, a little softness, and a whole lot of growth.See you there. 🌿✨

I used to think my trust issues lived in a separate room from my faith. Turns out, they were the same conversation—just spoken in two different tones.

Some days remind you of the weight you carry — the history in your bones, the wisdom in your work, the steadiness you bring even when the world feels unsteady around you. Recently, I found myself noticing how often our presence is expected but not always understood. How easily people rely on the depth we offer without pausing to consider the cost of carrying that depth.

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A soft shift is happening in me—an exchange of the heavy piece I’ve carried for the peaceful one God always intended. This reflection traces that moment of release, the weightlessness of obedience, and the surprising ease that comes with finally letting grace lead.

A season of healing can quietly shift you from God-centered to self-centered without you ever noticing. This reflection is my return to alignment—an honest reckoning wrapped in grace, correction, and holy luxury.

Becoming who you prayed to be takes more than faith—it takes energy. Healing is holy, but it’s also exhausting. This is for anyone who’s tired in the middle of their becoming, wondering if fatigue means failure. It doesn’t. It means you’re in the fight.

A Reflection on Healing, Power, and Divine Supremacy

In this intimate reflection, DreamGirl explores emotional sovereignty, healing, and divine supremacy. A powerful reminder that winning isn’t loud—it’s peaceful. Discover why luxury is a state of alignment, not accumulation.

Faith, wires, and holy curiosity. 🌿✨ This week, I’m in the hospital—wired up and wide open. ✨ I’ve lived with seizures in adulthood and spent years trying to understand why. The first time I was tol...

The author reflects on procrastination regarding writing a book, despite encouragement from peers since college. Although she has successfully engaged in blogging and poetry, she acknowledges a deeper purpose behind her writing. Emphasizing divine timing and service to others, she invites patience for the forthcoming book details.

This week, my tears returned—and with them, my softness. Not from sadness, but from release. Because peace, for me, is still a form of protest.🩵 The Night I Got My Tears Back — now live on The DreamGi...

Last night, my tears returned—not from sadness, but from release. The night I got my tears back was the night I remembered that peace is still my protest, and softness is still my strength.

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✨ Writer at The DreamGirl’s Journal. A Black woman with a pen, a prayer, and a perspective. I share divinely-timed reflections on God, healing, and the luxury of living a real life. Click to read The ...

Limiting my driving has turned me into a delivery lifestyle girlie—and it’s been abundant in ways I didn’t expect. Here’s my recurring list of Amazon Subscribe & Save essentials that keep my home stocked, my spirit lifted, and my life flowing.

Healing and living were never meant to be separate. I’m learning how to weave joy, courage, and divine timing into the rhythm of my everyday life—and how each moment is fertilizer for my blooming.

There are moments when life forces you to face yourself—uncomfortable, unflinching, and necessary. For years, I accepted less than I was worth: shrinking in jobs and relationships, taking scraps wh…

Can we be grateful and still want more? This reflection explores the tension between contentment, desire, and the quiet fight to believe life can hold both.

After a season of pause, I’m leaning back into structure with softness—building goals that nurture my mind, body, and spirit. This month, I’m breaking my dreams into small, sacred steps, trusting that inviting God into the process will align me with the woman I’m becoming.

On my recent work trip, I discovered how much I’ve grown—trusting myself to say yes, embracing new experiences, and finding calm in spaces that once made me tense. Travel, reflection, and real-time growth revealed a new layer of Ashley Morgan.

A candid reflection on choosing peace over conflict, and why a graceful exit can be the most powerful statement you make.