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Last night, I sat down to read through my book. It had been almost a year or so since I made my way through the story. You’d think I would be familiar with it since, ya know, it’s my own personal story. But as I turned each page, I was simply just in awe.

This time of year brings back a lot of good and bad memories for me.

Bad because it was when I found myself caught up in an extra-marital affair with a man who was nine years older than me and then also when my dad was murdered.

And as God would have it, He covers the bad with His goodness.

Good because it’s when I began to fall in love with the man who would become my husband and when I first became a mother six years later.

Of course, I choose to embrace the good every time, but as I read the words in Yielded in His Hands, I was reminded of all the darkness, pain, and despair that I experienced for over two decades of my life.


I believe the Lord allowed me to write this book for so many people to offer them hope that God can make something so beautiful from the ashes of our lives, but I also think He allowed me to write this book as a memorial to His work in my life and a reminder to me to always remain thankful for all He has delivered me from.

If you find yourself existing in a world of hopelessness and despair, I encourage you to pick up Yielded in His HandsI pray the Lord would speak to you through the pages, as you see a life transformed over the course of twelve chapters- from the kingdom of darkness to the Kingdom of God’s dear Son.

Yielded in His Hands



To The Christian Party Girl- An Open Letter

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Dear precious daughter of the King,

You were made for more than the party and bar scene.

When I was younger, no one bothered to tell me that.

I thought what I was doing was harmless. I figured drinking alcohol was just a part of growing up. It wasn’t like I intended on getting drunk…

…I knew that was frowned upon in Christian circles.

But one day, I found myself isolated from my youth group/church friends and around a completely different group of people. Many of my new friends did not profess Jesus at their Lord and Savior, and if they had, they didn’t speak of Him much, unless they were swearing with His name. It bothered me a little bit, but they were really great people and I enjoyed being around them.

Then all of a sudden, I found myself dating someone who frequently drank alcohol and smoked pot.

As long as he doesn’t do it around me, I’m fine, I thought to myself.

But there came a night where he and a close friend of mine wanted me to experience the college party scene. I agreed to tag along, but I WOULD NOT allow myself to drink.

I walked down that path once before when I was fifteen, and I ended up in the backseats with high school seniors and a not-so-flattering nickname.

I surrendered that lifestyle to the Lord, I was going to try to live pure.

But that was my problem: I thought that I could abstain from sin in my own strength. That, my friends, is a dangerous mindset.

I gave in.

That night, I had a drink, and another, and another, and another. I had to be carried out of the house. It wasn’t long until I was no longer a virgin.

I eventually realized that I could not live purely in my own efforts, so I gave up and made my home in the pit of sin. I lived there for the next three years in utter bondage to my sin.

Alcohol became a way for me to escape reality for a few hours and have fun. I didn’t have any stress or worries. I wasn’t introverted or shy like usual. I felt attractive and funny. Men gave me attention and even took me home with them sometimes. The regret always hit me like a ton of bricks the next morning, but like a dog returning to its vomit (Proverb 26:11), I foolishly entangled myself in the party scene time and time again. If I didn’t wake up in another man’s bed, I would often wonder how I got home…did I drive myself home last night?

Foolish. Absolutely foolish!

It breaks my heart, beloved, to see you walk down this slippery path that only leads to destruction.

I speak from experience.

That lifestyle isn’t harmless. It costs you fellowship with your Heavenly Father.

Behold, the Lord’s hand is not so short
That it cannot save;
Nor is His ear so dull
That it cannot hear.
But your iniquities have made a separation between you and your God,
And your sins have hidden His [a]face from you so that He does not hear. (Isaiah 59:1-2 NASB)

It can also cost you your life if you are not careful.

If you find yourself embracing the party scene and flirting with drunkenness, repent, dear one, repent!

Repentance is not simply saying that you are sorry for your transgressions, it is completely turning away from that way of life and allowing the Lord to change your ways to look more like Christ. When you go back to the same sins time and time again, you have never allowed God to do a deep work in your heart. You are holding onto a lifestyle that you think brings you joy and true pleasure.

You cannot live with one foot in the world, which is sinking sand, and the other on the solid foundation of the Rock, Jesus Christ.

Are you ignoring the conviction that the Holy Spirit is bringing? If you can’t hear Him, you need to do some serious soul searching and find out why.

Devote some time in prayer and reading His Word and find out why you long for illegitimate pleasures of this world instead of His presence and fellowship.

Any time I see a young girl, such as yourself, caught up in the party scene, I am utterly sick to my stomach. If there was a way to jump through that Instagram pic that you just uploaded and take you home with me, I would do it in a heartbeat!

Instead, I lay awake in bed, while you are sipping on that dangerous cocktail, and pray that you would wake up from the slumber of lies that enemy has whispered in your ear that you can eat, drink, and be merry with no consequences.  “Live it up…live the life,” he says!

I pray for your soul, that you would find pleasure and joy in God’s presence above all else.

You will show me the path of life;
In Your presence is fullness of joy;
At Your right hand are pleasures forevermore. (Psalm 16:11 NKJV)

You are so beautiful to God, my darling. You are His daughter and He longs for you to find that path of true life and walk on it.


Your sister

Little Words Matter’s Bible Storybook- A Review

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Little Words Matter does it again!

Their Bible Storybook has captivated my little one year old just like their Jesus book and Jesus Loves Me sound book!

Illustrator Holli Conger’s bright and colorful pictures and writer Tama Fortner’s adaptation of 19 great Bible stories simplifies the Bible for tiny readers, such as my son.

Your child will travel through the Old Testament with stories of Adam and Eve, Noah and the ark, David and Goliath and many more!

They will also hear the stories from the New Testament from the birth of Jesus to His resurrection.

I also love how each condensed story references what book of the Bible they are found in, which I think helps older children discover how to navigate the Bible as they grow up.

This is a perfect gift for new babies and children up to age five and a perfect way to introduce God’s Word to your little ones.

Purchase the Bible Storybook today from Family Christian, just in time for Christmas!


*I received this book free as a member of the Family Christian Blogger program. I was not required to write a positive review. The opinions I have expressed are my own. I am disclosing this in accordance with the Federal Trade Commission’s 16 CFR, Part 255 “Guides Concerning the Use of Endorsements and Testimonials in Advertising.”





Jesus Loves Me- A Review

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My one-year-old’s bookshelf is stocked with countless books: Toy Story, Thomas the Tank Engine, VeggieTales…

He definitely loves to look at all the pictures, and I love the idea of reading to your children, even early on in their life.

But the problem is he can’t sit still long enough for me to read them to him.

By the time I can turn a page, it ends up in one place- his mouth!

What I like about B&H Kids’ Little Words Matters books is that they are simple and quick to read to children that are in the everything-goes-in-the-mouth phase.

Their Jesus Loves Me book (illustrated by Holli Conger with beautifully bright and colorful pictures) is perfect for my reading time with my son because he can be involved with the telling of the classic children’s favorite. Each page has a press-able soundbite that reads the book to your child!

Jesus loves me, this I know.

For the Bible Tells Me So!

Little ones to Him belong.

They are weak but He is strong.

Yes, Jesus loves me! Yes, Jesus loves me!

Yes, Jesus loves me! For the Bible tells me so!

Using these wonderful soundbites, my little one year old can hear for himself how much Jesus loves him. His precious short-lived attention is captivated every time!

B&H Kid’s Jesus Loves Me few little words helps me teach my son about the Lord for just a few little minutes, and I wouldn’t rush them any day!

Grab your copy of Jesus Loves Me for the little one in your life today…just in time for Christmas to help you tell the story of the reason for the season- JESUS!

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*I received this book free as a member of the Family Christian Blogger program. I was not required to write a positive review. The opinions I have expressed are my own. I am disclosing this in accordance with the Federal Trade Commission’s 16 CFR, Part 255 “Guides Concerning the Use of Endorsements and Testimonials in Advertising.”

Life Upon the Rock

Yielded in His Hands, Emily Rose Massey, murder, father, death, Jesus, hope, book, author

Seven years. It has been seven years ago today.

Seven years ago, my life drastically changed with a tragedy I only knew of through movies and TV; I never thought it would happen to me.

Seven years ago, I clung to my Jesus tighter than I ever had in my whole life.

Seven years ago, I learned to stand firmly on Jesus Christ, my firm foundation and solid Rock.

Seven years ago, my dad’s life was taken from him in the most brutal and horrific way.

There isn’t a day that goes by that I don’t think about my dad and the wonderful memories we shared. Although we had struggles in our relationship, I choose to embrace the good. I miss him very much.

I share this story to offer the hope that Jesus Christ has given me. No matter what storm you are facing or what tragedy you have experienced, Jesus is and always will be there for you. He is forever faithful. Stand up on Him. Stand upon the Rock.

The following is an excerpt from my book, Yielded in His Hands: Becoming a Vessel for God’s Glory:
One Sunday night, our pastor was talking about using your life to impact others’ lives for God. Towards the end of the service, I heard the Holy Spirit whisper to my heart, Why do you want to be an actress? Who are you going to help by pursuing a career in acting? Those questions were a part of a major turning point in the direction of my life. I was deeply convicted.

As I drove home, I poured out my heavy heart to Paul over the phone. I told him that I didn’t think I was supposed to move to LA at all to pursue a career in acting. “Praise God!” he said. He had been praying that God would speak to me about this because he never wanted to move to the west coast. He didn’t want to be the reason I made the decision to stay; he wanted me to hear it from the Lord instead. He wanted to raise our family in the church he grew up in and be close to our families. He was so blessed to know this dream would come true. Although I felt a weight lift from my chest, I was terrified because I had built my life upon what I had wanted and planned, not what God had planned for me. I had a plan, and it was all laid out. Now everything was completely unknown to me. God had already established my steps before the foundation of the world. This was my first attempt at walking in them and surrendering my will. I believe this was the moment I decided to stop living my life on shifting sand and plant my feet firmly on solid ground because I was trusting in God’s word and not my own understanding.

The next morning, I went to work and tried to wrap my mind around what I had just decided for my future. It didn’t make sense, but I knew it was right. Trusting God will never make sense to our human minds, but that’s because God’s thoughts and ways are not our thoughts or our ways. God’s thoughts and ways are higher than ours (Isaiah 55:8-9). During nap-time, I sat down to journal my thoughts.

Suddenly, my mom called me and told me that there was a family emergency and that it involved my dad. She did not discuss any details, but told me that I needed to come home from work immediately. I called the father of the boy I cared for and explained to him I needed to go home as soon as possible, even though I had no idea what had happened to my dad. A part of me wondered if he had been in some kind of accident involving drinking and driving; it had happened before. I knew that I needed to stay calm and not let fear overtake me. I prayed the whole way home and asked God to give me His peace.

I rushed home, and looked for anyone from my family, but no one was around. I ran up to my room trying to figure out who to call. Worry and fear gripped my heart, as thoughts of what actually happened circled my mind. I immediately started to have a panic attack and fell to the floor crying and hyperventilating. Within a few minutes, my aunt, step-dad, and Paul were surrounding me trying to calm me down. I wanted to know where my mom was and why she wasn’t there. “What is going on,” I cried out.

My aunt then uttered the words, “Honey, your dad has been killed. Someone shot him in the head and killed him. His body was dragged across the street to an abandoned building and the building was set on fire. They identified his body this morning by the metal plate in his pelvis.” My mind couldn’t comprehend what I had just heard. The phone conversation he and I had just a couple weeks prior to this ended in him hanging up on me. I never got to say good-bye or tell him that I loved him. I immediately went into shock and couldn’t stop shaking or crying.

My mom was at the police station with my brother, my grandma and aunt (my dad’s mom and sister) identifying his wallet and other belongings the police had found at the scene of the crime. This couldn’t be happening. This isn’t real. This sounded like something out of a movie or a forensic science TV show, not my life. There isn’t much I remember about that day, except being surrounded by my loving boyfriend, family, and my old pastor and church family from high school. God’s love held me and carried me through it all, I know. Because of God’s amazing grace, I was able to plan my dad’s funeral and endure the days following.

I was never very close to my dad’s side of the family because of the divorce between my mom and dad, but during this time, we needed to be. Many of his siblings had no idea the kind of lifestyle he was living and wondered how I was able to handle my grief. I gave them two reasons: the man that died was not my father (a bit dramatic and extreme, yes, but the devil had truly deceived him and had overtaken his soul) and of course, the strongest reason I could endure this dark time in my life was because of my faith in Jesus Christ. At the funeral service, which was held in the
church I grew up in, I read one of my dad’s favorite poems, “Footprints in the Sand”and declared from the pulpit that Jesus is the only One who could carry us through this tragedy. And He did.

Thanksgiving that year held a different meaning for me as I realized how thankful I was for my life, even though I had suffered and struggled greatly through it. Through the tragic event of my dad’s death, I saw how fragile life was. God’s mighty love shined through all of that darkness and reminded me that He would never leave me nor forsake me, and He would give me strength to overcome any obstacle or tragedy, such as the murder of my dad. The devil tried all he could to knock me down and take me out, but there I was, standing on Christ, my solid Rock.

He set my feet on a rock and gave me a firm place to stand. Psalm 40:2b (NIV)

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2015 St. Louis Christian Book Fair

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Yesterday was my first ever book fair as an author! I’m forever grateful to Kacie Starr Long from Inspired Overflow for organizing this event so that many authors, like myself, were able to share their stories with more people in our city!

I’m hoping to see this book fair continue annually here in St. Louis so we can watch it grow and reach more people for Christ!

I wasn’t sure what to expect, but I was open to share as much of my story as the Lord would allow. What I discovered is that my “pitch” changed with each person that walked up to my table. I would give a general summary of the basis of the book, but when it came to certain details, the Holy Spirit definitely spoke a special message through me to each individual, so specific to every person. As I shared a little more about my struggles, I saw each person’s eyes change and then they began to open up about their own similar struggles and pain. Without fail, they would say to me, “I’ve dealt with that too.”

It strengthened my faith to see the Lord use these small windows of conversation as ministry opportunities. Those who needed to hear more hope that my story of redemption and healing definitely displays, purchased my book, and I was able to write an encouraging note to them on the inside.

In addition to meeting so many awesome readers and book fair attendees, I was able to chat with other authors and encourage them in their journey. These were definitely some divine appointments and I’m excited to see how God continues to build relationships over time.

I’m truly thankful for this journey the Lord is taking me on, as I trust completely in His leading, waiting on His timing and instruction. I don’t want to get out ahead of Him or make a move without His hand guiding every single step.

In a season that should be bare, I’m seeing flowers of God’s promises budding on the branches.

Expecting mighty things ahead!



TV Interview- STL Live (11.2.15)

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(Photo courtesy: STL TV)

I had the privilege of joining my friend, Kacie Starr Long, author of God, Where is My Husband: 10 Things to Know While You Wait and Host of Inspired Overflow Radio Show, on STL TV’s STL Live yesterday to help promote the Christian Book Fair that is coming up on Saturday here in St. Louis. Little did I know, Miss Kacie sent the station the graphic for my book and planned on allowing me share some information about Yielded in His Hands as well. It was totally an unexpected blessing to say the least.

You see, I have spent almost two years networking and “casting my nets” to potential media platforms, trying to promote my book as well as gain connections to be able to tell my testimony at various ministries and churches.

It started to become somewhat of an idol in my life, even though it was something I was doing for God to bring Him glory.

Then along came my son, and I had no choice but to SLOW DOWN. I wrestled and struggled with that so badly because this girl is strong-willed and majorly goal-oriented. I GO, GO, GO all the time and have for so many years.

Over the last year, God has allowed my efforts to bring about opportunities to share my story: radio interviews, TV interviews, articles, and a couple of speaking engagements. These efforts came naturally to me since I spent time in college learning how to network in the entertainment industry as an actress, but to tell you the truth, the whole process is absolutely EXHAUSTING!

That’s what made this particular TV interview different for me because I had no hand in it at all- God sovereignly made a way for me to give Him the glory by sharing my gifts and story.

It truly was effortless. 

And it made me smile because the Lord knows how hard I am able to work, but when I chose to stop putting forth such effort, He moved in and made it happen anyway.

It really hit me when I realized that I had reached out to this particular TV station months ago and never heard back! Ha!

Here are the videos to the interview:

If you are in the St. Louis area, please come out to the Christian Book Fair this Saturday, November 7th from 1-4pm!

Mount Zion Christian Complex located at 1444 South Compton Avenue, St. Louis, MO 63104

Visit for more information!


Friendship that Sticks Close

Jesus, friendship, rejection, God's love, sin, the cross, redemption

I have experienced and written about the spirit of rejection before, so you would think that I would recognize it when it rears its ugly head in my life.

I woke up this morning crying after having a very vivid, heart-piercing dream. It was almost as if my current heart-struggle was being played out right before me; I could actually see this dream happening in reality.

The words that were spoken (in the dream) to me and my husband cut to the core, and they hurt so badly that my first reaction were tears so strong that they stained my cheeks when I awoke.

Being a story-teller allows for intense dream-tales in my mind while I’m supposed to be resting, sleeping. It’s something I have always dealt with since I was a child- I wake up trying to shake the mental visions, telling myself over and over again that it’s not real.

That’s not how they really feel about you.

You would never actually do that.

He won’t leave you.

That will never actually happen.

She would never say that to you.

You are safe.

You are protected.

You are loved. 

Eventually, the emotions fade, and I can go on with the rest of my day.

But sometimes, the core issue of the dream lingers with questions.

Is the message of the dream prophetic- from the Lord?

Am I supposed to pray about/for this situation/person?

Most of the time, I have a pretty good idea how to proceed, especially if I remember such specific details.

In this morning’s instance, as I was walking our dog, Samson, the tears kept flowing, and I just began to talk to God. It was very obvious and simple- I was still dealing with rejection and it still hurt.

I did all I knew to do; I attempted to break the silence that so easily crept into the friendship, and there’s still silence on the other end.

I can’t make anyone want to have me in their life, and not everyone needs to be in mine, I get that. But I’m still fighting off the feelings that the spirit of rejection so gladly ushers into my heart.

It’s in these moments that I cling to those who embrace me, who accept me, and remind myself that I am loved.

First and foremost: Jesus loves me.

My husband loves me.

My son loves me.

My family loves me.

And there are friends that surround me that fight for our relationship.

There is a friend that sticks closer than a brother (Proverbs 18:24).

Although Proverbs 18:24 doesn’t necessarily say that friend is Jesus, I know that He will always be there for me even when everyone else fails me.

Because people will fail me. People will reject me. Even some of my Christian brothers and sisters- this of which I struggle with understanding the most.

Many people rejected Jesus (and continue to do so), but while He was here on earth, even one of His very own disciples (Judas) rejected Him. And just a couple hours later, another one of His closest disciples (Peter) rejected knowing Him. THREE TIMES.

Thank God for Jesus’ forgiveness when we turn our backs on Him; He gives us so many opportunities to repent and make things right in our relationship with Him!

Every single person He died for- the whole world-rejects Him and His ways constantly.

So no matter what, Jesus understands more than anyone what we experience when rejection comes our way.

Just like a little girl who reaches for mommy or daddy when she falls and scrapes her knee, I need to run to my Daddy.

He understands and His arms are open wide, ready to let me cry on His shoulder.

Abba Father,

I’m hurting. I don’t want to hold onto this pain.

I want to heal. I choose to forgive.

I want You to bless those who hurt me, even if they don’t want me in their life anymore.

Your Son was rejected, even by You, for a moment, out of love for me. Thank You, Jesus, for being the friend I need who sticks by me no matter what.

I love You. Thank You for always loving me.

If you are dealing with rejection, I want to encourage you that you don’t have to embrace the lies that you are unwanted or unloved. There is a Man who wants to be the closest friend you have ever had in your entire life. Everything could be stripped away from you or everyone in your life may walk away from you, but the Lord’s love for you will always be there.

…be content with what you have, for He has said, “I will never leave you nor forsake you.” So we can confidently say,

“The Lord is my helper;
    I will not fear;
what can man do to me?” (Hebrews 13:5-6 ESV)

Man may reject you, but you can reject those feelings of inadequacy or unworthiness right now. In Christ, you are made worthy before God. The Cross is a symbol of God’s great love for you. Jesus died and paid the price for our sin so that we would forever experience a relationship with our Heavenly Father. Without a relationship with Jesus, you’re a sinner in God’s Holy eyes, but embracing Jesus, ushers in the greatest relationship you will ever know from now on into eternity. He wants to walk with you. He won’t reject you. Will you take His hand and follow Him?

Radio Interview- GirlfriendIT Radio (10.29.15)

I had a wonderful time chatting with Patty and Lisa from GirlfriendIT this morning! We talked about how important it is to share our stories/testimonies of all God has done for us to share hope with the world and to tell of God’s goodness and mercy!

Our testimony is so powerful when it is released, whether in written or spoken form! Every time we tell it, we put the devil right where he belongs…under our feet!

And always remember, God is not done writing your story!!

Thank you for listening!



Stripped, But Expectant

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Since adding working out to my daily routine, I have had to choose how I spend my time during my son’s naps.

I have to admit, writing has taken a backseat as an option. And although I miss it, I haven’t felt like I have had much inspiration lately.

I think I might be in a barren season- a winter season.

Not because of any harsh trial or suffering- I just feel like I’ve been stripped of a lot of activities that were probably just meant to distract me from my thoughts.

It’s in these solitary circumstances that you are offered the opportunity to truly reflect and do what some call “soul searching.'”

It may sound like I’m over-exaggerating, but truthfully, this may be the first time since I was probably five years old, that I am not hyper-involved and busy.

Yes, being a mom, and a stay-at-home mom at that, is a marathon and although I love every single minute with my son, it leaves me exhausted until my head hits the pillow. What I’m talking about is all the extra “life-fillers” that I spent years upon year upon years crowding the margins of my existence with:

Dance class, gymnastics, cheerleading, running track, Student Council, Marching Band, Pep Band, Concert Band, Art Club, Peers Group, musicals & plays (“I can’t. I have rehearsal.”), auditions, performances, church choir practice, tutoring, youth ministry, college and career ministry, worship team rehearsals, Bible studies, prayer meetings, church leadership meetings, drama practices, event planning committees, speaking engagements…

…just to name a few.

And although I occasionally have a radio interview here or there or I may lead a Bible study once a month, for the first time in a VERY LONG TIME,  I am not a member of a group, ministry, or team.

And I believe the Lord is using it.

He’s telling me, “No more DOING. Just BE.”

I’ve heard Him tell me that a lot throughout my walk with Him, but I have never attempted it fully. I may have cut out my involvement in one thing, but not everything. I can’t say that I even had much to do with my current circumstances either. The choice to stepped down from all ministry leadership at our church and start attending church service elsewhere was my husband’s decision, and I followed him because I’m his wife. I trust that he listens to the leading of the Holy Spirit and knows where the Lord wants to take our family through my husband’s leadership.

This is why I believe God the Potter is having me hop back on the wheel. He has more work to do on me, as He will until I see Him face to face one day.

He has stripped a lot away and asked me to yield to His hands once again.

I may have been trying to resist the Potter’s wheel because I know when He starts to spin it, my world won’t look the same once He’s finished.

At this point, it kind of doesn’t. Friendships have come and gone, and I’m discovering new things that I’m interested in. I’m not hating the waiting as much, I suppose.

I haven’t stopped dreaming though.

I know all that God wants to do in my heart, the process, will all be worth it.

It may not look like much is going on in my life right now, and I can’t seem to find all the words yet, but I know the work God is doing is a deep one.

I know that the more pruning that happens, the more fruit I will see one day.

I will continue to endure this cutting-away and expect that abundant life is on its way soon!