Hurricane Harvey SURVIVOR


On August 30th at 11:21am, my two month old son Creed, my mom and myself were rescued from the rising waters of Hurricane Harvey after a 10hr wait via boat.

This by far was the scariest thing I’ve encountered. We knew it was coming. We expected “high winds and lots of rain” per the weather report but no one expected this!

We awaited 10hrs with water that rose to our knees within our home before rescue arrived. The images of looking out the window and seeing water reaching the windows and covering our above the ground pool, will never escape my memory.


Having to remain calm so my baby wouldn’t feel my anxiety was a challenge but I’m grateful to God that I overcame. We went from church (which also flooded), to shelter (which also flooded), to a friends home, to finally arriving at my brothers home once he was able to drive 1hr 30mins but of course that took more than 3hrs to come get us after taking back roads, and driving through water a couple days after.

We lost EVERYTHING. From my grandmothers home, which was also the home I grew up in, our vehicle, and material possessions inside the home are all gone BUT thank God we are alive!


Check out the lovely wrap given by a stranger turned friend from Facebook. She heard I lost my wrap in the storm so she so graciously gave me hers.


I am so grateful for the outpour of support from friends near and far that have reached out and collected items for my baby and me via social media. We are still awaiting assistance from FEMA which I know is a lengthy process due to the thousands like me that are displaced.

I ask that you all join in prayer with me as we persevere through this catastrophic event. I refuse to give up. I know this too shall pass and will still be used for the good.

Many Blessings,

Coach K

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Throwback Thursday Tribute

A tribute to a living legend…

To the epitome of strength… my granny Corita Simmons.





1.the quality or state of being strong, in particular.

2.a good or beneficial quality or attribute of a person or thing.


granny783 years of age… married for 36 years before he was called home… 9 children(8 girls and 1 boy), grandmother to 22, great-granny to 29 and great-great granny to 1.


She had her right arm amputated at the age of 14 due to her being kicked by a mule and the doctor’s leaving the cast on to long. She relearned how to do basic functions like writing with her left arm although she was dominate with her right.


Although she had one arm, you would never know. She sewed garments for her children, she would paint a room, garden, cook meals for plenty, and was the neighborhood babysitter. She did things that amazed me still to this day. She is the epitome of STRENGTH!!!


My fondest memory of my granny and her strength…

I was no older than 10 years old. I remember I would study her every move. The way she did so much… without never once complaining was admirable. I remember I would put my right arm in my sleeve and try to do everything with just my left arm, like she did… I tried washing dishes with one arm… like she did and I would become so tired!

I recall the time she asked me to sweep and I truly did not know how. She first showed me how to do it and then I did just like her… grabbed the broom with my left arm and swept like her. She said to me “Kisha… use both of your arms. I sweep with one arm because I only have one. You have two!” I cried as I tried and tried to be successful at sweeping for her and she just smiled until we both started laughing.


After this incident I asked her “Granny, how do you never get tired?” Her response to me was one of the main reasons I believe in God today. She said to me “what you don’t see Kisha is that, what I lack… God make up 100 fold. I have never felt that I only have one arm because God has always been my right arm.”



Strength… the quality or state of being strong.

With her being hospitalized for only the second time in her life, I’m reminded daily of her strength. She was in ICU for eleven days, had a major surgery and came out a survivor and although she is still currently hospitalized… she is on a road to recovery and have surprised the doctors with her progress. She is amazing and God continues to show Himself through her.


While speaking to her neighbors and many visitors that have come by, they have all shared such great words of this remarkable woman I call granny. The one word that repeatedly came from every persons mouth was strength. They spoke of how kind Corita Simmons is, how she shared such wisdom when it came to raising a family, how so many respected her for being an example to everyone else in the neighborhood, how her belief in Christ was one to emulate and they all spoke highly of her strength.


Thank you granny for being the example of strength, a true believer and above all greatness.