Choose Your Hard!! What brought about the birth of Tashe’ Life

As a child, I would spend hours upon hours in my room at my white wicker desk looking out the window–scribing all about my life. Even though I am not an only child, I was raised as one, so I spent most days playing with my imaginary sister and fantasizing about my dream life. I would purchase, with my allowance, the JC Penny catalogs–picking out my furniture and decorum. Not to mention, my business wardrop and all my “children's” school uniforms for the season. Of course, first, I would finish high school, embark upon college, and go into the military–fighting on the front line as a female infantry soldier then matriculating through the ranks to General. Then, of course, I would retire and move onto the police force by 30, get married to a military man, turned police officer, turned preacher, lol. By 31( Yes, this was my talk with God). And well, by 32, I’d be ready to start my Cosby show-styled fam, but with 6 children and be prepared to adopt as many as possible. I’d own a huge red brick home, with at least 2 vacation homes in different climates of course; only to travel the world and speak about Christ and life.

That's the dream.

But on October 5, 2013, I was hit with the harsh reality that my dream was far from a reality. My 14-year marriage had demised, just as my first home and relationships–which, honestly, were unhealthy at best. Had a thriving business only to be betrayed by my childhood friend–who sabotaged for a platform (jealousy at its best)! What happened? What changed and Why? I remember falling to my knees, and ultimately to the floor, overseeing a decrepit 1200 square foot home, infested with roaches, holes in the wall deriving from the unannounced kicks of my ex-husband, and the screams of sadness from my children. This was the day he called rent-a-center and sent back all the appliances in the house and left us to live in the comfort of his parents and said to me “get by the best way you can.” This was the response to my filing for a much-warranted divorce in September.

After a long, exhausting cry, I had to make the choice to “choose my hard.” It would be hard to move on and accept the taunts, shame from friends and even the church, and loss of all I have worked for, house and all; or I could succumb to the abuse and take him back, accepting all that would come with that, including the degradation of my utter existence and not to mention, the subsequent abuse of his occult practicing mother–which added a whole heap of other issues for our family. What a broken, but bold, shamed but resilient, penniless yet determined, little spoiled daddy's girl to do. Get Back Up!

Through the years, I watched my babies grow—maneuvering the teenage years (what I called the virus, lol) and taking losses as they struggled through a tumultuous divorce. No matter how I tried to keep things as “normal” as possible, continued strain weighed on them from having to “choose sides”- Eventually, having not one, but two daughters leave home, left me almost lifeless. But an urge in me, a flicker of a flame, jolted me to take one more step-daily-even if a small one. I had to let them find their way. I could either allow them to stay in the home, under oppression, and be disrespectful (causing damnation on themselves)--not to mention tainting the other children; or allowing them to “find their way”. I had to again “choose my hard.”

I did find love again, but with a man who didn't share my values, eventually causing me to drift from Christ, my first love. How could I do that? Easy. It was my way of taking a break from the “perfect” little girl's life that made me feel so lonely. Only to deal with the highs and lows of his emotions and a past that trailed our relationship. Leaving me insecure, lackadaisical, and detached from my calling.

A time came in 2022 when the Lord called me closely back (thank God He never let me go. He let me drift but not go). He began to tell me to get prepared to leave the state and all I grew up in –He told me to leave it all behind. I was in a daze. He had already called me to leave the childhood church I was raised in; and then break off relationships that had been lifelong; This was hard!! So what to do– Choose My Hard!! I could resist and miss what He was saying–facing all the consequences - because to disobey will bring consequences- of acceptance and hope for the best; against the mocks of others. Leaving my 2 older children (who left home) behind.

Well, in May 2022, the boyfriend and I had a ridiculous argument–leaving us not to speak for 3 days–and then, without warning, he was killed on Mother's Day in his sleep. Numb, another sudden change on the cusp of me telling him that I was preparing to move, unsure where, but relocation was in the future. With another shift in life, God closed another door–and a decision had to be made: would I continue with plans of relocation or stay in familiar territory? Unfamiliar and unproductive? Choose a hard!!

I would relocate in August of 2022 with 4 of my 6 children and 1 of my 3 grands in tow. Each with one small suitcase a piece. Leaving behind life as we knew it for life we did not know. Arriving in Atlanta on a Thursday, the boys starting school on Friday, and me, starting work on the following Monday. This began a series of detoxes. From paralyzing anxiety attacks in Walmart to physical pains throughout the body and several unwanted doctor visits. Difficulty in finding an apartment living in an extended stay, not once but twice, and taking a huge pay cut which led to some serious “wait a minute God, you moved me for this?” questions. Only to hear Him say, “I’m hiding you.” I said, “from what?” He replied, “locate.” “But why?” I asked. He said, “to rebuild, restore, resurge–trust Me!” Guess what I had to do? Choose my hard!

What's my point in all of this? No, its not to air dirty laundry, or bad mouth my ex, or play the 'victim. Please, not my vibe or my character, lol. This is a birth intro to how and why Tashe Life is here, NOW! And it's not just here—I'm here for you!! Through all the “hards” it gave me STRENGTH; With STRENGTH, it brought out the TRUTH that had to come through. When the truth came through (and was confronted, accepted, and owned, it brought about a TESTIMONY; Well, with each testimony–it birthed TRANSFORMATION. And through transformation bleeds opportunity to reach women from all walks of life, who need a Community of Hope, to get them through the “hards” of life; To champion them to live out loud their God Given Call and reject any voice other than the contrary.

Tashe Life is here to serve, share, and stand on Truth for the goal of Transformation, regardless of the challenge. There's Hope! It's Here! I believe with my whole soul, that Almighty God, has the power to change any situation by changing and using us for the change–if we allow it.

Here we learn how to accept who we are and who we are created to be; not just own it, but celebrate it. Creating a chain reaction for others to follow. Ultimately creating a community of hope that will not only impact you, but you, your family, and all connected to you. Ultimately, impacting the world as a whole.

Welcome to Tashe’ Life

Strength through Truth, Testimony, Transformation