“THE POCKETBOOK”

I didn’t set out to build a movement.
I wasn’t trying to craft a brand,
or launch a ministry,
or gather a following.

I was just trying to understand
why God kept showing me
this one simple thing,
a pocketbook.

A woman’s pocketbook.
Small.
Ordinary.
Everyday.

But the more I prayed,
the more I listened,
the more I watched the patterns
in my own life
and the lives around me,
the more I realized,

This wasn’t about a purse.
This was about purpose.

This was about covenant.
This was about identity.
This was about the flow
God designed
before the world ever broke.

I used to think this message
was for women only.
Because women were the ones
carrying weights
they were never built to hold.

Women were the ones
stepping into roles
out of survival,
not design.

Women were the ones
losing themselves
trying to keep everything together.

But God stopped me.
Corrected me.
Opened my eyes.

He said,
“This is not just about women.
This is about the partnership
I created in the beginning.”

He showed me Adam,
the man He appointed,
the one He called CHOSEN.

And then He showed me Eve,
not as an afterthought,
but as the one created
to ground him,
to see him,
to steady him
in ways he could not steady himself.

Not to control him.
Not to carry him.
Not to compete with him.
But to complete the flow
God intended.

And suddenly,
everything made sense.

A man cannot walk fully
in what God called him to do
if the woman assigned to him
does not understand
her purpose.

Not her chores.
Not her duties.
Her purpose.

Her influence.
Her insight.
Her atmosphere.
Her spiritual sensitivity.
Her ability to anchor him
without losing herself.

This…
this is why the Pocketbook matters.

Because when a woman knows who she is,
she stops fighting for position
and starts walking in purpose.

When a man knows who he is,
he stops performing for approval
and starts leading from identity.

And when both know God’s design,
the covenant becomes unstoppable.

So the Pocketbook became my language.
My revelation.
My assignment.

A way to speak to women,
not to shrink them,
but to align them.

A way to speak to men,
not to shame them,
but to restore them.

A way to speak to generations,
not to repeat the damage,
but to heal it.

This is not a women’s movement.
This is not a men’s movement.

This is a covenant movement.

A return to the blueprint.
A return to the order.
A return to the flow
that makes families whole
and futures possible.

This…
this is my Pocketbook vision.

My offering.
My obedience.
My legacy.

And this is only the beginning
of the restoration
God is writing through me.