It’s Been Four Years—Whoa!

Four years of living life, learning, unlearning, and relearning. I’ve seen, heard, and experienced a lot—as I’m sure you have too. And I’m back to bring you food that “satisfies the deepest of your hungers.”

If this is your first time here, welcome! We eat bread here—with lots of water. Hahahaha. But not just any bread—we share bread that fills every hunger and water that quenches every thirst.

The Journey So Far

These past four years have been intense. I always give kudos to My Rabbi for doing such a good job of constantly teaching me. I’ve encountered progress and growth—mentally, emotionally, spiritually, and physically. Surely, I must be a few inches taller too… or am I?

In 2021, when I wrote my last blog post, I turned a significant age. And just as the year was significant, it also served me some heavy breakfasts and challenges—ones I never thought that small girl could handle or would ever have to face.

I’ve learned more about my God, experienced good friendships, gained wisdom, earned more certificates and degrees, become more productive, and found greater clarity in life.

But on the other side of the coin, I’ve also faced disappointments, betrayals, emotional trauma, failures, mind battles, and uncertain seasons. As life is, it’s always a bittersweet experience. What’s most important is staying positive—filled with faith, hope, and vigor after such times.

When Pain Stole My Words

I must say, I’ve danced with pain so often that I now know just the right counter moves to overcome it—and how to turn down its invitation when it stretches out its hand to take mine.

I let hurts, regrets, and perfectionism keep me stuck and rob me of the things that were going well. Haha—shocking news: writing was one of the things pain took from me. I didn’t want to write anymore. I angrily declared that I was done with writing, and when I actually stopped, I was stunned to see my life start taking the shape of what I had spoken.

I didn’t know my mind alone could stop me.

What Turned It All Around

One day, I went to a church program meant for youths. But when I arrived, the hall was filled with teenagers. The host ended up addressing the entire audience as “children.” I shook my head in my seat, endured the insult it gave my young adult ego, and listened.

Little did I know, that group of teenagers would open a whole new chapter of healing in my life.

I was taken back to the little me—the one who hadn’t tasted life’s bitter waters yet. The teenage girl who was hope-filled, energetic, courageous, and daring.

Shuuu! When the Holy Ghost led me to an archive of poems, articles, and stories I’d written in my teenage years, I was blown away. Blown away that I had forgotten I’d written those things—and blown away at the quality of my writing, even then. I remember getting goosebumps reading something Teen Ruth had written.

I’ve decided to share some of those works here, so you can be blessed just as I was when I read them again.

What to Expect From Life Bites

So this is me saying: here, in this space, we’ll be diving into how to hold onto hope, vigor, and faith—especially after life’s hardest moments.

We’ll center our conversations on healing, peace, finding rest in God, and welcoming Dr. Rapha Jesus to treat those invisible wounds that have overstayed their welcome.

Expect to meet with God through these words. Expect chains—physical, mental, emotional, and spiritual—to fall off as you encounter Him.

Welcome back to Life Bites—my Rapha’s operating room.