All A Part Of HIS Plan | Spoken Word Poetry {Video}


If you can look back over your life and say, “If ‘that’ didn’t happen I wouldn’t be the person I am today”
If you can look back over your life and say, “there was PURPOSE in my PAIN”…

If you can look back over your life and thank God for UNANSWERED prayers….
If you can look can look back over your life and thank your NAYSAYERS….

If you can look back over your life and say, “What the enemy meant for bad God used it for my good!”
If you can look back over your life and say, “I don’t look the way I SHOULD!”

You should be able to understand…
that even the bad things were all apart of God’s plan


Mary of Bethany

While studying admirable women in the Bible, one in particular stands out to me- Mary of Bethany. She was the sister of Lazarus, whom Jesus Christ raised from the dead. She was dear to Christ as she loved being in His presence, often sitting at His feet while He spoke. One evening, Jesus had dinner with Mary, Mary’s sister Martha, Lazarus, and Simon. Mary took out an expensive oil and begin anointing Jesus’s feet with it and wiping them with her hair (John 12:3). When she did this, many people had negative things to say about her because she was a “sinner”. Judas (Jesus’ disciple who later betrayed him) complained that she wasted such an expensive oil while it’s value was enough to feed the poor. (John 12:5) Jesus kindly told him that she was doing the right thing, cherishing her time with Him as she knew that her time with Him was short. The ointment she used to anoint His feet was so expensive that she could have sold it and become rich. It was probably the most expensive thing she owned yet she chose to pour it on the feet on Jesus. What a way to worship the Lord!

 Mary sitting at the feet of the Lord, anointing and washing His feet, displayed her reverence for Him. She honored Him. She chose to spend all her time at His feet. Although people had negative things to say about her, it did not stop her worship. She cared more about what the Lord thought about her than what people had to say about her. If only more of us could adopt this mindset. If only we’d spend time at the feet of Jesus like Mary did. If only we’d lift our hands higher, raise our voices louder, part our lips wider despite the negative things people have to say. Nobody knows what you’ve been through more than you know. Nobody knows how hard it was to come out of your past better than you do. Nobody knows the cost of your praise, except you.

 Jesus had given the complainers this parable: “There was a certain creditor which had two debtors: the one owed five hundred pence, and the other fifty. And when they had nothing to pay, he frankly forgave them both. Tell me therefore, which of them will love him most?” (Luke 7:42)  Which one of the debtors do you believe was more grateful? I’m sure that the debtor who owed more was more grateful as it cost the creditor so much more to pardon him. That is what Jesus wanted the complainers to understand. Yes, everyone in town probably knew about Mary’s past. But she was now a new creation in the eyes of the Lord. And for that she was grateful.Grateful for His forgiveness, His mercy, His grace, His Love. So she worshipped, not caring who was looking or listening, or who was complaining about her being there. She had a praise on the inside that she couldn’t keep to herself. And nobody was going to stop her.  

Love, Mizz K ♥

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Thank You

 It was your mean words….

It was your turning your back on me when I needed you most…

It was your telling me that I would turn out just like my mother…

It was your beating me for no reason other than being BORN…

It was your burning my innocent 3 year old fingers on a gas stove…

It was your calling me ugly…

It was your calling me stupid…

It was your calling me B*tch as if it was my name…

It was your talking about me behind my back…

It was your telling me that I would never be anything…

It was your saying that there was no hope for me…

It was your turning your back on my daughter and living the life as if you have no children…

It was your pretending to be my best friend so that I let you in the way I’ve never let anyone in only for you to betray me…

It was your leaving me out & making sure to remind me every chance you got that I was not really apart of the family…

It was your turning your nose up at me because of my dark skin…

It was your selfishness when I loss the one person who was my EVERYTHING and all you could ask was “what did she leave ME??”

It was your telling me that you care nothing for me nor my daughter even though we are your blood…

It was your stealing from me…

It was your touching me in places you knew were forbidden but you were so HORNY & PERVERTED that all you cared about was getting yourself off, forget the fact that I was only a child!!

It was your not liking me for no reason…

It was your envy turned hate…

It was your judging me…

It was your wishing for my failure…

that ALMOST took me out!

anoint my head

Instead, I grew STRONGER… I worked HARDER…. I pushed FARTHER…. I became DETERMINED to prove all my naysayers wrong.

Most importantly, I ran away from the WORLD and into the arms of my Saviour never to look back. He wiped away my tears that I cried for so long… made me secure in my moments of insecurity. Gave me a sound mind when I should have been crazy. Helped me to love because He first loved me. Taught me to forgive by forgiving me. I have wanted for nothing; He has provided exceedingly and abundantly above all that I can ask or think. He’s favored me, had mercy on me, saved me, blessed me, anointed me, kept me…. elevated me

All in the presence of my Enemies

 -Mizz K ♥

Thou preparest a table before me in the presence of mine enemies; thou anointest my head with oil; my cup runneth over, Psalm 23:5 

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God Knows BEST

A few days ago I heard a radio message about trusting God and not getting discouraged when our prayers are not answered right away; and believing He knows what He’s doing when our prayers are not answered at all. This message really stuck to me because it made me think about the many times I’ve prayed for something and didn’t get what I was asking for. I can even remember thinking, Somebody told me that God will give me the desires of my heart so why is He not doing so? (Key phrase: somebody told me) When I actually read Psalms 37:4 for myself, it says, “Delight yourself in the Lord AND He will give u the desires of your heart”. Hmmm, I thought. DELIGHT myself in the Lord. Well what does it mean to delight myself in the Lord? To delight myself in Him is to find happiness in Him…. To find JOY in Him…. Gladness. So I must first get to know Him…. attach myself to Him and Trust Him. I can’t delight myself in what I cannot trust.

So what makes me trust Him? When I look back and think about all the things He saved me from, I realize He’s always had my best interest at heart. He has been looking out for me my entire life by NOT answering every single prayer.  Had he answered my prayer to let me get that job I wanted so badly, I would not have ended up in the position I’m in now which I LOVE! I would not have met my dear coworker/friend who has been instrumental in my spiritual growth. Her knowledge of the Word and thirst for God began impacting my life from our very first conversation. Think about something you prayed so hard about in your past that you can now look back on and say, “Thank You Lord for not giving me what I asked for!”  Had He answered your prayer for that woman or man to be the ONE, you would be miserable now that you think about it. If He had answered your prayer about getting you out of that storm that you felt was killing you slowly, you would not have built up the strength that you have today from GOING THROUGH IT! If you can look back on your life and say, ” If it had not been for [this] I would not be as STRONG as I am today; I would not have as much FAITH as I have in Him today; I would not be as CLOSE to Him as I am today”–   you, my friend, should be able to trust that God was looking out for you back then and He has not stop looking out for you now.

Trust in Him and know that He often has something much Greater in store for us than what we are asking for. I think about a friend of mine. She was a single mother with one child at the time, but took on two of her family members because their mother could not take care of them. She lived in a small apartment and had been trying to move to a bigger place. But every place she applied to denied her application. She did not understand why she kept getting denied because she had good rental history, good credit, and decent income. I remember her being so discouraged. I didn’t understand it either. Why won’t anybody except her application, I thought. Turns out, it was all apart of God’s plan. After being denied by numerous apartments, and just as she was giving up, she was approved to move into a 3 bedroom house! She could rent to OWN this 3 bedroom, 2 bathroom, finished basement, big backyard HOUSE. And the payments were much lower than what she would have been paying if she had rented an apartment. I was so happy for her. I remember saying to her, “Wow, so this is why you were denied everywhere you applied. Thank God for not answering your prayer!” Imagine if He had answered her prayer right away and  given her an apartment. She would not be living in her own home right now with more than enough space for her now family of 6. God had a much bigger plan for her than a 2 bedroom apartment.

We may be praying about something that we want so badly but God seems like He’s not hearing us. Or, we may be holding onto something that is not for us, not realizing that God has something, bigger, better, and greater than what we can ever imagine.

 I believe that once we are truly delighted in Him our desires will begin to change anyway, and become His Will. One sure way to know that your prayers will ALWAYS be answered each and every time? Pray for God’s Will in your life. That is one prayer that will ALWAYS be answered.

Love, Mizz K ♥

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March Seventeenth

To everyone else, today is St. Patricks Day. Many people are wearing their green and pinching those who forgot to wear theirs. Any many people are probably celebrating by chugging down some beer. For me, every year on this day I celebrate my brother’s birthday, a brother I never met. He was taken away from my mother when he was about 6 years old (in 1982). She was trying to find him before she died which is one of the reasons I made it my business to locate him but kept hitting dead ends so I eventually gave up. But I still can’t help but wonder. How does he look? How does he act? What does he do?

He was born Isaac Frank Kittrell on 3/17/76 but I don’t know if his name was changed or if he’s even still in the DC area. As a teen, I used to walk around with his picture in my pocket until one day I accidentally washed the jeans with the picture still in them. Completely faded it. So now I have no picture, no info, nothing. But I do trust that if it’s in God’s Will for me to meet him, I will.

Being a mother can bring out the best in us. It can also bring…

…the ‘not-so-good’ out of us. Since I became a mother (12 years ago) I’ve learned things about myself that I don’t think I would have ever learned had I not became a Mommy. While my daughter brings a silliness out of me that I thought I left in my childhood and love that literally makes my chest hurt, having her also brought out my brokenness, insecurities, and all the pain I had buried inside of me. I write about this in my article Confession From An Imperfect Mother so I won’t go into detail here, but I’m grateful that God used her to show me-me. What prompted me to write this article was realizing how the text I got from my daughter’s teacher today completely changed my mood. He texted me that she wasn’t following directions and was even rude when he redirected her. I’ve recently realized that I could be having a perfect day, but the moment something is off with my daughter, my perfect day is no more. What is that? Am I the only Mommy who this happens to? I don’t think I’m the only one but I certainly don’t think it’s a good thing.  I could be wrong but I think maybe this happens when we tie our identities to our children. The moment they act up, we question whether we’re doing a good job. When we punish them, we wonder whether it was too harsh or not harsh enough. When we’re in public and our kids are acting out, we look around us to make sure no one is looking. Or am I the only one that can admit this? lol

I’m told often what a great mother I am and how great of a job I’m doing, but people don’t realize how much I lean on God to help me. I’m constantly praying for Him to help me say the right thing, help me deliver the most effective consequences, help me lay a solid foundation so that when she’s on her own she doesn’t stray too far from it. (Proverbs 22:) I go to Him for everything concerning her. After all, He created her so He knows the best way to deal with her.

I see more than ever how important it is for us as Mommies to take care ourselves so we can take good care of our babies. If we don’t, unfortunately, they end up suffering consequences that have nothing to do with them, but everything to do with us

Motherhood is a journey in which we have no idea the bumps and turns we’ll run into along the way. Many of us are just winging it while many of us are reading every piece of literature we can on how to be a good Mommy. Whichever of the two you are (I think I’m in the middle lol), know you are not alone. That’s actually one of the things I find comfort in, knowing there are other Mommies out there who feel the same as me. And being able to come to this blog for therapy, to transparently write out what’s on my mind. Whether 10 people read it or 10,000 there is something therapeutic about taking the thoughts in your head and writing them on a piece of paper or typing them onto a computer screen. You instantly feel better because you’ve let it out. If you haven’t already, you should try 🙂

If you can relate, I’d love to hear from you. If you can’t, I’d love to hear from you as well. I need to know how you detach so well lol.

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Until Next time!

Love, Mizz K 


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The ‘Angry Black Woman’: Could We Be Giving Life to the Stereotype?

When you were growing up, did you ever say something like, “I can tell my sister about herself but nobody else better not!”? Yea, me too. I could talk about my sister all day long, tell her how messed up she is, and even fight her. But nobody else better not look at my sister wrong lol. Well, I also feel this way about my ‘sistas.’ I will always be real with my sistas when they are wrong but I would never sit back in silence while ‘other people’ bash my sistas. There were many times in the past when I’ve had to come to the defense of me and my sistas (I’ve since learned not to respond to everything) on social media. From being called “black ghetto b*tches”, “unclassy”, to “angry black women.” I’ve explained how we are raised to be strong and sometimes it can come across as being angry. I’ve explained that many of us were raised by single moms who sometimes worked 2 or 3 jobs just to keep food on our tables, leaving us to care for our younger siblings. I’ve explained that many of us walk around with a frown or “mug” on our face as a defense mechanism; we don’t want to appear too soft, giving the impression you can run all over us. I’ve explained that many of us grew up without fathers in the home and sometimes had angry mothers who were just tired.

But as much time as I’ve spent defending us to others, I’ve spent as much time telling my ‘sista’ about herself. Many of us play a role in giving life to this stereotype and don’t even realize it. We can’t keep screaming, “Black women aren’t the only women with attitudes!” We can’t keep screaming, “Black women aren’t the only women fighting on TV!” And don’t let a black man say anything negative about us. We go off. We get bent out of shape when a black man says he has more peace with women of other races than he has when dating black women. When I hear things like this, it doesn’t offend me and make me want to call him a “coon” or remind him that is mama is a black woman. I realize he may very well have come across some black women who were not so peaceful. But let’s be clear, there are some men who truly have some self-hatred and would never marry or procreate with a black woman. I’ve read some testimonies of men who feel this way. A couple of them have even gone viral on social media. The black men I’m referring to, though, are the men who love them some black women but unfortunately have run into drama time and time again, took a trip to the “other side”, and then found peace. Now he doesn’t want to come back. This man truly believes black women are not for him. (For the sake of not getting off topic, I’ll save this topic for another article.)

As a black woman, when you hear us referred to as “angry black women” do you consider that there may be some truth to this, or, do you become defensive because black women are just misunderstood?


Let me just quickly share what prompted me to write this article…

One day, I was driving in my car when another car came alongside me honking its horn. When I looked over, it was a young lady trying to get over. I slowed down to let her in front of me. As she was getting in front of me, she yelled something at me I couldn’t make out and then called me a BTCH. It didn’t upset me. It actually made me sad as I thought, ‘this little girl doesn’t even know why she’s mad‘. I simply shook my head and turned to my daughter (who is 12) and I said, “This is one of the reasons why we are labeled angry.” I went on to point out to my daughter that nothing had transpired between us (I didn’t hesitate to let her over when I saw her), yet she got herself worked up enough to call me a BTCH. And we can play devil’s advocate and say, “maybe she was having a bad day.” And that’s true. It could have very well been a bad day for her. But the problem is, I see this way too often. Like I explained to my daughter, I’ve worked in healthcare as a Medical Assistant for over 13 years now, and my experience with patients alone (not even counting coworkers) has helped me see why we have this stereotype. Over the course of my 13 years, 6 1/2 of those years were spent working in a doctor’s office where our patient population was predominantly black. Another 4 years were spent working in a doctor’s office where our patient population was made up of various races, black being the less dominant race. While I can’t say we didn’t have any problems in this office, they didn’t come close to comparing to the number of problems we had in the office in which the patients were predominantly black. Granted, the majority of these patients lived in low-income areas, and that may have a lot to do with it. But do we excuse anger, and irate and disrespectful behavior just because they live in a certain area? Do we not encourage and empower these women to rise above their circumstances and strive to be better women in behavior, attitude, and character?

3 years of my experience were spent teaching Medical Assisting courses at local colleges, which is what I currently do now. The majority of my students are black women, ranging from as young as 18 years old to old enough to be my mother and I am constantly encouraging these women to NOT give anybody anything negative to say about them. I’ve recently broken up arguments and fights, citing that this is the very reason we have this stereotype. And reminding them that people are sitting back watching and posting these things on social media. Let’s stop giving them drama to post.

Sistas, we are so great at coming together when other people come for us. But what if we came together without reason? What if we regularly acknowledged one another for the black beauties that we are? What if we adjusted another black queen’s crown when it falls off rather than stepping on it? What if we stopped spending so much time defending the ‘angry black woman’ stereotype and spent more time destroying the ‘angry black woman’ stereotype?

If you know you don’t fit into this, great. This is not for you. But she knows who she is. I’ve recently had students say to me, “Ms. K, I know I have an attitude and I’m working on it.”  If you know you-you have a chip on your shoulder… If you know you have an attitude problem and can pop off for no reason… If you know you can be a little nicer to the people around you… this is for you. Yes, we might have a long way to go to dispel the myth that all black women are angry. But I believe with each sista who recognizes maybe she is playing a role and begins to truly work on self, we are one step closer. We’ll never fix what we don’t face. My friend/sista, France Neptune, has an awesome movement/ministry, “Edify Your Sister” which is all about building up and encouraging one another and praying for one another. You can visit her site at EDIFYYOURSISTER.COM

I pray this article resonates with at least one person and possibly starts a conversation among circles of friends. I also pray this article is not taken the wrong way. I am only challenging my sistas around me to examine themselves and I’m examining myself to ensure we are not giving life to this stereotype. As always, please feel free to reach out for advice or prayer requests. My email is

Also, I’d love to hear your thoughts. Do you think we need to do better? Do you believe saying black women are angry is an exaggeration? Do negative stereotypes of black women date back to slavery?


Until Next Time!

Love, Mizz K 



side smile Kendra “Mizz K” Fowler is a poet, blogger, and the author of Pain, Promiscuity, Purpose: From Mess To Ministry and Not My Goodies: 10 Benefits of Practicing Abstinence until Marriage” which can be found on You may connect with Mizz K on IG @love_mizzk and on Facebook @AuthorMizzK