Knowing When to Let It Go

August 5, 2025—Buckhead, GA

I’ve carried the seed of “You Are the Bone” since 2014. For years, it lived in my heart and mind—a story waiting to be told, a truth I wrestled with, nurtured, and at times tucked away. There were moments when I thought, maybe I’ll never release this. And yet, I kept hearing my grandfather’s wisdom in the back of my mind: “You’ve got to know when to hold ’em, know when to fold ’em, know when to walk away, and know when to run.”

Those words rang so true as I finally realized—this wasn’t something to hold onto forever. Published August 5, 2025, it was time to let it go. To place it in the world. To trust that it was ready and that I was ready too.

The roots of this book trace back to one of the last conversations I had with my grandmother. At the time, I didn’t know it would be one of our last, but I knew the conversation was destiny-altering. Her words were so clear, almost as if heaven itself whispered through her: “You are the bone.” She reminded me of how woman came from the rib of man (Genesis 2:23–24) and how, I already had everything I needed. ( Matthew 6:33)

I didn’t fully grasp the concept of “You Are the Bone” in that moment. But over time, her words became a foundation—a quiet strength that shaped how I saw myself, and how I prepared to step into my role as a wife.

My grandmother never met my husband. In the physical world she didn’t see the way God would weave our love story together. Yet on my wedding night, I remembered her words and laughed at myself for all the times I tried to figure out the when, where, and why I would meet “Mr. Right.” Before I met Mr. Wright I often wondered how my fairy-tale would unfold. I promised myself to always remember my wedding night as a reminder to always trust in God’s plan. In that moment My Grandmother’s wisdom came back to me, and it calmed me: “You have nothing to worry about. You always have everything you need.”

My grandparents, in their own unique ways, taught me balance. My grandfather with his practical, measured wisdom. My grandmother with her spiritual, soul-stirring encouragement. Individually they were strong, but together, they were unstoppable. They were conquerors. Both budding from very humble beginnings, they made a lasting commitment to each other to carry out their life's work together; a firm foundation built on God, Love & Family. Their union was a testament to the kind of love and faith I now carry with me.

After holding this book for a decade, I finally realized it was time to live out their lesson—to hold on when needed, and then to let go. “You Are the Bone” is no longer just mine to carry. It belongs to every woman who has ever questioned her worth, her purpose, or her place.

This is me letting go. This is me trusting the timing. And this is me finally saying—everything about this moment feels right.

Let it Go.