08/30/2026
💖 On open letter from Mrs. O.... 💖 (with permission to post)
The amount of times I keep seeing the word GRACE - (Our Daughter) Logan’s middle name.
The number 444
And the amount of Pennies, dimes, and feathers I have been finding.
I know right now I’m in so much pain- physically, emotionally, mentally.
I know what I experienced 2 weeks ago at my little spot at the altar.
I know that day, an Alani Witch’s Brew * available at O Sweet ✌🏻😁 Probably changed our whole lives. 🙏🙌🏻
What I didn’t know was 5 years ago grieving Ramona (Mr O's Mother), was going to lead me to my Father.
What I didn’t know coming up on 3 years ... stayed tuned 3rd Birthday Bash at O SWEET!!! We are going ALL OUT! A.I. and everything 😉😉*... I didn’t know God had placed me in that store, not to sell candy. But I am there to help open a door to anyone and just come be yourself!!
I didn’t know mini Jesus would become one of the “things we’re known for”, before anything we sell!
I had no clue my service to the community and becoming a servant to The Lord would start, because of a candy store.
When I’ve had to take a step back. The last few posts when I was trying to build our page took me out.
When you are dealing with things privately and trying so hard to maintain a business, the reminders of not being open really cut deep. Like I’m failing at this part of my life over here , I’m doing my best and I’m just failing here too.
I’m an overachiever so those comments hurt really bad. I’m not that person who it rolls off my back. I sit and question. Should I have stopped here on my way to the ER to put a sign up?! But the Dr wanted to have EMS take me and I’m at Stewart and Monroe.
So I replayed the comment “YOU SHOULD SCOLD YOURSELF FOR NOT BEING HERE YESTERDAY BUT THE SIGN SAYS YOU WERE SUPPOSED TO BE “
I had an abnormal EKG and as above mentioned my health, so I really don’t know what was the right thing to do, but these kind of comments really are hurtful.
All I know is I want to get back to the purpose God placed on me at the store and that is to be Mrs. O and to love on all Mrs. O’s little’s
From baby to my biggest. I love y’all so much and you bring me joy and fill my heart. 🌈 👶🏻you’ll never know why but you mean so much to me🫶
To my family: You know what I do. You know I will never be perfect and I love the wrong way, but it’s my way— it’s traumatizing events and I am working on the reality of how those events changed how I parent. I too need grace, support, and mercy to allow me a crack to shine the light to be able to see what I’m working on and changes I am making. Currently as well as long term.
To my ROCK: my dear, 5 years of prayer, constantly and it became more and more surrendering and stop trying to write a story that’s not mine to tell, God’s got the pen.
I will forever blame alani witches brew & me having a “good idea” 😁😁😁
That morning at the altar was a cry for help I have never cried before. At one point I was just shaking and crying and stopped praying and just said God I’m tired and sat the rest of the song and just said Psalm 147:3 He heals the brokenhearted and binds up their wounds.
I was begging.
And maybe that’s what God was waiting for . To stop trying to pretend you can handle it and go tap Him in. 🤭 He will mess with you until you get it right HIS WAY.
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