From The Grove to God's Glory: My Testimony

They say your beginnings don’t determine your destination—and I’m living proof.

I’m just a girl from the east side of Greensboro, raised in The Grove projects. My mom, a God-fearing woman, raised two daughters on her own while my father struggled with addiction and incarceration. He was in and out of jail until I was 16. I didn’t have a consistent father figure, and my mom couldn’t always keep both eyes on us—but she kept our hearts anchored in faith.

I’ve experienced the kind of pain that could’ve broken me.Molestation. Abuse. Abandonment.Diagnosed with diabetes and rheumatoid arthritis at just 19.Dropped out of college. Lost. Confused. Misguided.I made wrong turns, chose the wrong people, ran from God like the prodigal son—but He never ran from me.

People always told me I was anointed, but I didn’t understand it back then. I was just trying to survive. I wore strength like a shield—so well that most didn’t even know I was sick. I was the “strong friend.” The leader. The boss. So that’s what I did—I bossed up. I sang, rapped, joined a group, went solo, managed artists, launched Mo’Music, started Mo’Brands, wrote books, built events and platforms. I kept going, no matter what tried to hold me back.

But my biggest testimony? My marriage.

Most don’t know the full story.I met my husband nearly 10 years ago. From day one, he saw me. The real me. Through every phase—he loved me still. Through struggle, heartbreak, and healing, we built a bond rooted in resilience. We were young, in love, broke, but full of dreams. Everyone thought we were ready for marriage—so we did too.

But two months before the wedding in 2022, we called it off.

I wasn’t running from love—I just needed clarity. I needed peace. There were still question marks in my spirit. Then his mother passed away, and I thought that chapter was closed. But God… He had other plans.

We stayed connected as friends for two years. He never stopped affirming me. He’d say, “I know you’re talking to other people. I’m not worried. You’re mine.”

And whew—dating after him showed me the streets had PISS in them. 😂Emotionally unavailable, self-unaware men were the norm—but King? He was consistent. Willing to grow. And I saw that growth most when we weren’t even together.

One day last year, I left ATL and spent almost two months on the road just trying to find myself again. Life looked perfect on social media, but I was a mess inside. After leaving my dad’s (now 14 years sober—praise God!) I planned to fly to NC to see my mom, but she couldn’t pick me up from the airport. I called King.

“No problem. I’ll come get you.”

That one ride changed everything.

I saw the man he had become. Gentle. Grounded. Godly. He picked me up, took me to his home, and the next morning took me on a date. Later, I looked at him and said, “So what we doing? I’m not about to be laid up with someone that’s not my man.”

His reply?“I’m down if you’re down.”Me: “I’m not tryna be a girlfriend—I’m ready to be a wife.”Him: “I agree. God told me you were going to be my wife.”

Just like that, we were back. Quietly. Intentionally. And a few months later, after supporting me at a magazine launch, he proposed again—this time on a rooftop during a private dinner.

7 months later, we were married.

The wedding was beautiful—but marriage is more than the moment.Two weeks after saying “I do,” we had to move out of our apartment suddenly. No plan. No backup. Just faith. But the man I married? He never flinched. We prayed. Believed. Stood firm.

Palm Sunday: moved out.Monday: saw a house.Tuesday: got approved.Wednesday: paid the deposit.Friday (Good Friday): we moved in.

Only God could’ve aligned it like that.Our wedding had no debt, but that unexpected move hit us hard—and still, God provided.

This year, as I asked God, “What do You want from me? How do You want me to show up now that I’ve rededicated my life?”His answer was clear: Her Testimony.

I’ve built brands, hosted events, and created businesses—but my most valuable offering to God is my YES. My obedience. My willingness to use my voice and my story to help others heal, grow, and BLOOM.

I’m not perfect—but I strive to be more Christ-like every day.I thank God for my husband, my family, my friends, and my church for loving me through every season.

And if you’re reading this, know this:You are not what you’ve been through. You are who God says you are.And if He did it for me—He can do it for you too.

Let’s BLOOM together.

🌸With love,

Mo