Happy New Me!


Happy New You 2018!!! New Year New, New Me!

Its the new New Year mantra started by the Co-Pastor of my church.  Yes 15 Days in to the New Year,  I am still on the path to healing.  Since I last blogged, I learned a lot about my journey to healing in the month of December, the last month of 2017.  I learned what and who my triggers are, and what I need to do to overcome them.  I finally embraced the fact that I am more than a conquer.  I am a child of God.  I am beautiful.  I am smart.  I am successful.  I am rich.  I am anything I set my mind to.  I will speak life in all I do.

On December 29th, 2107, I hosted my very first event under Tear The Veil, Inc.  I was so excited.  The event was a Vision Board workshop. It was intimate and blessed.  As a result, I have been invited to speak at another event, and possibly networking with another organization.  Only God can open these doors.  I am so grateful, so thankful and in awe of His goodness.  I am ready for the unveiling of the brand new me!

Stay tuned for Beautifully Broken-Masking the Brokenness with over-achievement.


Happy New You!






Beautifully Broken-Cracked But Not Yet Broken Part III

The Job Experience, The Young Adult Years

In Beautifully Broken-Being Molded & Shaped Part II, I ended with my young adult years.  I was pregnant and in college.  In July of 1990, God honored the covenant we had and blessed me with a baby girl.  5lbs. 15oz. My own baby girl and my life changed.  I coined her forgiveness because she represented God forgiving me for aborting the first gift of life.  She was my entire world and so was her father.  Or so I thought.  Young, dumb and in a fairytale of love.  This season of my life reminded me of Anita Baker’s “Fairytales

“…She told me everything, she said he’d be so nice
He’d ride up on his horse and, take me away one night
I’d be so happy with him, we’d ride clean out of sight
She never said that we would, curse, cry and scream and lie
She never said that maybe, someday he’d say goodbye
The story ends, as stories do
Reality steps into view
No longer living life in paradise-or fairy tales…”
I was young, ambitious and a mother.  My boyfriend/Baby Daddy wanted to live the life of a High Schooler.  Dude…We are parents.  My daughter became my world and he could not handle it.  I guess I never told him that God and I had a conversation, and I promised to love and cherish the life God would bless me with.  I wanted more for my baby, because unbeknownst to me, psychologically, I was fighting to not have my child ever feel the sense of abandonment I felt when my mother had to make that hard decision to send me to live with my aunt.  I was going to care for my baby, no matter what and she was going to be raised by me, her mommy.  It soon became clear that her father was not the person I had hoped for him to be.  I was trying climb up the ladder and he wanted to stay on a certain level.  For the first time in my life, I ended a relationship.  My Baby Girl and I against the world.  Only I didn’t know who I was fighting…
As soon as I ended the relationship, four years later, my world seemed to fall apart.  It was truly the Job experience, where God and Satan were having a conversation about me, asking permission to launch an attack.  Now I am not blameless, and sure as heck was not upright, but I did fear God.  Well, I still do, fear God that is.  In Job 1:6-22.  All hell broke loose.  I felt as if, I could not catch a break, and when I did, it seemed as if there were ten things set up to set me back.  Unlike Job, I was not a disciplined person, I did not live my life from my character, but from my emotions. And I sinned against God. (how,  will be in the next few posts).  Nevertheless, I was afloat and caring for my baby girl.
On the rebound, I met a guy in college.  Driven more by lust than anything, I sought a man to fulfill the fairytale that seemed to have ended.  He was an employee, not a student.  Being with him was dramatic.  He too had a girlfriend.  This chick was a little different though.  He too was “in between” relationships.  This new guy took me out for my birthday, and when we returned, she was waiting for me with a pipe.  Once again, I walked away, and he came running.  I wanted to love so bad.  I was hurting.  I remember drinking myself sick, just to numb the pain.  I saw him the next day, I ignored him.  He came looking for me in the Student Government office. He poured out his heart to me.  I allowed him to come into my world.  He was inconsistent and non-attentive.  But I didn’t care.  He would turn out to be, second and third child’s father and my husband.  Yep, College educated, pregnant (again) and on welfare.  What just happened?
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In order to heal, you have to know what broke you!


Beautifully Broken-Being Molded & Shaped Part II

“We are hard pressed on every side, but not crushed; perplexed, but not in despair…” 2 Corinthians 4:8

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In my last blog, Beautifully Broken-Being the Clay Part I, I left off with my teenage years. After the abortion, I turned to Jesus.  It seemed like the natural thing to do.  Deep down inside, I knew it was the Spirit of God that led me to the church that morning before school.  I remember that day as if it were yesterday.   On my way to school, there was church along the way.  There was an urging to go in.  I went in, knelt down and simply said: “Jesus please for forgive me for giving you back a life.  I was not my fault, I had to listen to my mother.  Please forgive her, she doesn’t know what she did.  I promise you, Jesus, that if you ever give me the chance to carry life again, except for being raped, I never give it back.”  And I kept my covenant agreement, and so did God.  After the father of my aborted child was murdered, I was lost once again.  Who would love me the way he did?   I also found out that I was the envy of many of the girls in my high school because apparently, they all wanted to date him and they made no qualms about questioning his choice in me.  Another crack in the pot.  I looked at myself again and felt unworthy of a love that would never be.  Crack!!

About a year a later, I met the one who I thought was my second chance at love.  He was smart, nice, and he noticed me.  He told me I had beautiful brown skin, to which I responded: “I am dark-skinned!” He looked at me and said: “No, you are brown skinned.” It was the very first time that someone had to acknowledge me as “brown” and not “black”.  It was another immature love affair.  He did what most teenage boys do, allow their friends to influence them, and we broke up after a year.  I later found out that he was cheating on me with my friend and fellow cheerleader. Crack!

Young Adult Years

After graduating High School, I had a summer job at the airport as a security guard.  I was on the rebound, devastated by the break-up of the person I thought was my 2d chance at love.  There, I met my oldest child’s father.  A handsome guy; looked like a famous R&B Artist of the decade.  Everyone wanted him, and he wanted me.  Boost to the ego! Right?? Wrong.  Problem #1, he had a girlfriend. No problem, it was cute while it lasted.  But apparently, he liked me more and so he broke up with her to be with me.  Problem #2, his mother is half white and had color issues…Not this again… Crack!!!

Now I am fighting someone’s mother for a chance at love.  I have come to learn that rebound love is very dangerous and damaging.  I found myself pregnant again, but this time, no backsies.  This child was my proof that God forgives and He honors His covenant agreements (learned that later on in life).  I was fighting for my life and that of my child.  My mother was embarrassed by my pregnancy, she treated me with disgust; she even tried pushing me down the stairs.  I had to fight my child’s soon to be grandmother, who was disgusted because her son chose a “darkie”.  My saving grace was my grandmother.  She loved me and protected me and accepted my pregnancy.  The only thing she wanted me to do is to finish college.  And I did.  Pregnant and all.

Sometimes in life, we go through circumstances that seem unbearable.  But God, (don’t you love that line?) wants you to be encouraged, He said in this world we would have trials and tribulations, but be of good cheer; Jesus overcame the world.  While going through trials and tribulations we must recognize that the darkest attacks from the enemy will come just before our breakthrough from the Lord.  And it’s during those dark times that the enemy will come to try you, taunt you, and cause you to doubt if the Lord will ever deliver you.

The Pot has cracks, but not yet broken.

Left alone, but never forgotten
Misunderstood, but my future is just starting
God is molding me and making me
He’s building me and shaping me
A Queen is being formed right in front of your eyes
So don’t count me out

So don’t count me out
When you don’t see what He sees
You can’t tell, but his glory is resting on me
I’m his choice
I’m after his heart
The unveiling is starting now
So don’t count me out.

There’s a queen in me
Goliaths to defeat
Visions to decree
It’s my destiny–Marvin Sapp

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Stay Tuned for Part III Beautifully Broken-Cracked But Not Yet Broken.

Beautifully Broken,


Beautifully Broken-Being the Clay Part I



“And yet, O LORD, you are our Father. We are the clay, and you are the potter. We all are formed by your hand.”-Isaiah 64:8. 

The Day the Pot Cracked

“But the pot he was shaping from the clay was marred in his hands; so the potter formed it into another pot, shaping it as seemed best to him.”-Jeremiah 18:4

Not sure exactly when the pot cracked, but it did.  Who is the pot you ask?  That would be me.  Patrice Dominique Kemp-McCullough.  I am not sure if the pot began to crack when my father left.  Or when I waited by the windowsill until night time, waiting for my father to come and get me in the black Cadillac. I was four years old.  Maybe it was when my mom’s friend and her boyfriend stayed over one night, and as they were having sex on my bedroom floor, he was fondling me. I was five years old.   Maybe, just maybe it was when my grandmother pointed out to me that my skin was darker than everyone else’s, questioning why I had taken after my father; making me purse my lips and pinch my nose to be more “European”.  She loved me though because I was always told I was her favorite.  I was six years old.  Perhaps it was when my mom had to send me to live with her sister (that I did not know existed) in a strange land, with people who spoke a strange language. I was seven years old.  My mom was combing my hair, and she said to me: “You are going to live with your aunt, indefinitely, do you know what that means?” I simply answered yes, because I had a feeling I was not coming back anytime soon.  The place was Martinique and the people spoke French.  What I do know, is that this pot was cracked during childhood.

In retrospect, my childhood was not as bad as my mind makes it out to be.  In the cracks, I am able to pull out some good memories.  Memories such as playing on the block in Brooklyn, NY where I spent some childhood years.  Helping my mom make her infamous fried chicken wings and potato salad that I still love even now.  Going to the post office with her to pick up my Dr. Suess, Disney, and Golden Books book subscriptions and afterward, going to McDonald’s to get my Big Mac, small fries and a chocolate shake.  Even when I lived in Martinique, spending my vacations at the family beach house, having a maid; living the bougie life had its moments of happiness.  But the pot was cracked and the damage had been done.

More Cracks in the Pot

I was oblivious to the cracks.  I think.  Or perhaps I was just unaware as to how life’s challenges were going to affect me.  At the tender age of 12, I was sexually assaulted and left with an STD that could have changed my life forever.  But God always has a Plan, a way of escape.  He is my Savior.  It was my Grand-Mother who took notice of something strange and told my mother to take me to the doctor.  It was there that I shared with my doctor, my mother, and grandmother what had happened to me.  My mother blamed me somehow and my grand-mother relived her own sexual assault through me.  No one talked to me or asked me anything about the assault.  I was was just sent to receive medical treatments every week alone, with no support.  Once a week, after school, I would take the bus to the train, and the train to bus, and getting home late.  No one seemed to care.  On top of that, I was being bullied and teased in school about my complexion. “Blackie” they would call me and show me a picture of a Black Horse and say that it was me.  I thought the Black horse was beautiful.  However, to my classmates, it was a ridicule to my dark skin.  The “pot” now has a few more cracks.

How many more cracks before the pot is broken?

The Teen Years

My early high school years were not so great.  I was trying to fit into a world I was not familiar with.  I graduated from a Catholic school that was at the time mostly Italian and Portuguese which stands to reason why my best friend was Italian.  We had been friends since first grade.  On the first day of high school, I got on the city bus with my friend and a group of girls were staring at me.  One of them said, “It’s always the blackest one with the white girl”.  I was crushed.  So much so that I distanced myself from her and we were no longer friends. Another crack in the pot called self-image.  I was already struggling with colorism, and now this.  My self-esteem and self-image went on a downward spiral.  It opened the door to promiscuity, already fueled by molestation and the sexual assault.  I wanted to be loved, to feel pretty, to belong.  At the age of 16, I thought I found love; for the first time, someone saw past my skin color, past my hourglass shape. It was a teenage love affair made in heaven.  We were in love.   But when I became pregnant, I had an abortion at 24 weeks at the urging of my mother.  Then my first love was murdered three months later.  Another crack in the pot.

By this time, I had come accept my fate, that I was going struggle in life for anything I wanted, and that my life would just be a series hard times until I “caught a break”.  My success would come by my own hands and not by His Will… Or so I thought.

“But we have this treasure in jars of clay to show that this all-surpassing power is from God and not from us” (2 Corinthians 4:7).


Stay Tuned for Part II Beautifully Broken-He Is Molding Me and Shaping Me

Beautifully Broken,




Looking Forward

I am looking forward to a lot of things: my son graduating from High school and College, my businesses booming, seeing the manifestation of God’s words over my life.  However, just like the children of Israel in Jeremiah 7:23-24 I followed the “counsel and the stubborn promptings of my own heart and mind and turned my back and went in reverse and not forward..”  I keep looking back at my past, but God Himself has moved on.  I keep doing the same thing, feeling the same way and expecting a different result.  It is time for me to celebrate who God has made me and stop worrying about what people think of me.

I am looking forward to using the gifts and talents that God has given me.  I am looking forward to moving out of my own way.  As I write this, I am listening to Marvin Sapp’s “Close”.  I am so close to what God has for me if I would just completely yield to His voice and obey.

I can’t hear this song without feeling the presence of God…  I pray this song Blesses you the way it blesses me.

Looking Forward to what God has in Store for me! Destiny is waiting for my Divine Arrival.




Getting to the Promised Land of my Destiny-Not Looking Back at the Past.


Unveiled by Dominique was started as a way for me, Dominique, to be free of the strongholds of my childhood past and wounds to get to me to my “Promised Land.” Yet, two years later, I find myself writing about the same thing,  in different words. Why? Why do I keep looking back at the things which longer matter?  Why can’t I let go of the “security blanket” beautifully knitted together with hurt, pain, low self-esteem, colorism, need for acceptance, doubt, fear, and lack of self-love?  Why do I want to stay in my childhood?

My Childhood is my Wilderness Experience

I still wrestle with God about my wilderness experience as a child.   Situations and experiences I believe that I should not have had at that stage of my life.  As an adult, I have come to understand the necessity of the wilderness experience.  I understand, through the reading and searching of the scriptures, that the experience is supposed to make us stronger and wiser.  Yet, my inner child could not reason it.  I realize, now, that on this journey, those childhood experiences are at the root of my adult problems.  On a spiritual note, I know that I have to get to the root of the problem in order for me to move forward in what God has for me.  That happens with the renewing of my mind, and letting go and letting God be the GOD of my Life. I often ask God, why do I keep going around the same mountain?  When will I get to the “Promised Land”?  The answer is simple: Be Still and Know that I am the God of your Salvation.

God’s Will v. My Will

Jesus says it best in the Garden of Gethsemane ” Father if you are willing, take this Cup away from me; still, let not my will, but Yours be done….”  Luke 22:42 (Complete Jewish Bible)

This is a hard place to be sometimes when you are looking at the circumstances before you, and you want to do what is comfortable.  My childhood experiences, has caused me to 1- not trust, and 2-be slow in forgiving; and even when I make the decision to forgive, I place the hurt in my pandora’s box.  I open it up and remember the pain, like an adult finding its security blanket and having all of the childhood memories rush back.  Sometimes you find yourself wandering in the wilderness year after year after year. It feels like you are going around the same mountain over and over (and over). That may be because you are. Remember, it was a three-day journey from the Red Sea to the Promised Land, but the Israelites wandered around in the wilderness, circling Mount Seir, for 40 years.  I know that unforgiveness is one of the issues that block our ability to move forward in the things God has for us and so He keeps us in the wilderness, experiencing the same thing over and over again..same script, different cast.

Reasons for the Wilderness

Psalm 78:17 embodies, what I know God is trying to free me from: Rebellion.  In the scriptures, we see that the Israelites rebelled against God in the wilderness. And Hebrews warns readers, “Do not harden your hearts as in the rebellion, in the day of trial in the wilderness, where your fathers tested Me, tried Me, and saw My works forty years” (Heb. 3:8-9).   Fighting against a rebellious spirit is my biggest challenge.  As most, when things do not go our way, we get frustrated and at out. In doing so, though, we are out of the will of God.


Looking Ahead

Here is an excerpt from the You Version Bible Daily Devotional Plan, Don’t Look Back:  “The past holds a river of memories for each of us, some good, some bad.  The sad thing is any of us continue to live in the past, which in turn prevents us from walking into the future that God has designed and prepared for us before time began.  The truth is, the enemy of our soul knows if he can keep us looking back we would make very little progress in the future God has us, (for me).  I know in my heart, that when I finally allow the inner child to grow up and truly let go, to use the wilderness experience as proof that I can handle all things life has for me, I will be free to walk into my destiny.

My Prayer:

Father, as your Word says in Psalm 139:23-24 “Examine me, God and know my heart; test me and know my thoughts.  See if there is in me any hurtful way, and lead me along the eternal way.  As I continue to wander aimlessly in the wilderness reveal to me any unbelief or rebellion in my heart.  Help me to release the hold on my past and embrace the future, you have for me.  In Jesus’s Name, AMEN.

Not Looking Back,


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Scripture Reference: Luke 22:42, Psalm 78:17, Hebrews 3:8-9, Ephesians 2:1-5, 2 Corinthians 5:17, Phillipians 3:13-14

Make A Difference

32 And David said to Abigail, Blessed be the Lord God of Israel, which sent thee this day to meet me: 33 And blessed be thy advice, and blessed be thou, which hast kept me this day from coming to shed blood, and from avenging myself with mine own hand.  34 For in very deed, as the Lord God of Israel liveth, which hath kept me back from hurting thee, except thou hadst hasted and come to meet me, surely there had not been left unto Nabal by the morning light any that pisseth against the wall. 1 Samuel 25:32-34

They say that behind every great man, there is a great woman.  You often hear men say that they are better men because of the women they are with.  In today’s devotional, The Confident Woman by Joyce Meyers, she writes about Theodora, empress of Byzantium who lived in the first century.  It was because of her that, important legislations were passed; she convinced her husband, Justinian to stay and fight for the Capital.  As a result, he won power for thirty more years. Additionally, Theodora’s name appeared in important laws, including the altering of divorce laws to make it more humane to women.

Some situations, even though the circumstances do not directly involve us, need our input and involvement. Abigail is a wonderful example of one who did this with the utmost grace, gentleness, and courage.

Often times, we allow ourselves to shy away from making a difference because in the lives of others because of the risk involved.  One thing women do best though is fight. We fight for our children, we fight for our families, we fight for our integrities, and we most often win.  Roe v. Wade was made law because “she” fought for the right to choose; women fought for our rights as citizens to equal voting rights; these are some of the modern day things that we as women stepped in a fought for.  With each fight, there was a risk.  In the Bible, Abigail put everything on the line to save Nabal’s (her men. She prepared food and rode out to meet David and his four hundred men (v.18). When she met them she fell down before David and said: “On me alone, my lord, be the guilt” (v.24). She stepped in at great cost and risk to herself. No doubt this surprised David as the most unlikely person offered herself up for the men he intended to destroy.

If we are going to play a role in keeping a bad situation from turning worse, it will cost us. It may cost us our time, our reputation, our money, or our status. But we must be willing to put everything on the line when it will bring glory to God and good to others. Peter Drucker said, “People who don’t take risks generally make about two big mistakes a year. People who do take risks generally make about two big mistakes a year.” His point is that we tend to imagine the worst possible outcomes in our minds. And while we need to be careful not the downplay the consequences of our actions, we surely need to trust in the sovereignty of our great God to uphold and sustain us.

Devotional Prayer: Lord, help me never to shrink back in fear when someone needs to step forward and make a difference.  I need the power of Your Holy Spirit within me to be that person. Amen. (From The Confident Woman Devotional 365 Daily Inspiration by Joyce Meyer)


Solar Eclipse 2017- A Biblical Warning to the U.S.?

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Everyone will experience on Aug. 21 at least 60 percent of the sun being covered and the resulting semi darkness. Those within about a 60-mile wide diagonal line from the Pacific Northwest through South Carolina will see the sky go dark and feel the temperature drop.

In the Christian lifestyle blog Beliefnet, Lesli White contributes a blog called, “Is a Solar Eclipse a Sign from God? Is God trying to tell us something?” from her new collection, The Abundance: Narrative Essays Old and New.

White writes in exquisite detail about the Biblical point of view of the upcoming solar eclipse as a sign from God, quoting Pastor Mark Blitz who claims to have first noticed the four blood-moon pattern.  “In Genesis 1:14, God declared this to be so. It is a sign that is beyond man’s control, something he can’t manipulate,” (Read more about Pastor Mark Blitz and his view on the biblical meaning of the solar eclipse, here, and here).

The Bible tells us in Isaiah 13:10-11 that ...the stars of heaven and their constellations Will not flash forth their light; The sun will be dark when it rises And the moon will not shed its light. Thus I will punish the world for its evil and the wicked for their iniquity; I will also put an end to the arrogance of the proud And abase the haughtiness of the ruthless.

Do I believe in signs and wonders from God? Absolutely!!  Do I believe that the solar eclipse is a warning from God? Yep! I am not God nor do I proclaim to know the mind of God, but this scripture just reminds me of the downward spiral of events since November 11, 2016.  As I read the news flash coming across my Apple Watch via CNN, the alleged stolen election, the rise of racial unrest, the US government divided and in shambles, the tragedy in Charlottesville VA ect… God is not pleased.  I believe that God is letting us know that a change is coming to the US that will impact the world.  God is very clear: I will also put an end to the arrogance of the proud And abase the haughtiness of the ruthless.(v.11).  Who does that remind you of?

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There is currently much controversy over the statements made by Pastor Blitz concerning the August 21st occurrence of the solar eclipse.  Not my concern.  It makes for an interesting read.  I do believe the Word of God.  In all of the article that I have read, no one quoted Isaiah, one of the greatest prophets of his time.

And now this for your reading pleasure:

An Astrological Explanation for the Political Turmoil in the U.S. 

“Raise your hand if 2017 has already given you a case of PTSD. One minute you’re pulling out the picket sign and pussy hat, pumped to #resist. The next, you’re vigilantly cycling through five different news sites, Twitter and your Facebook feed to find out the latest insane and polarizing order that has been handed down from the shadowy ranks of the Presidential puppet show. “


Regardless of what I think, this is what I believe: But of that day and hour no one knows, not even the angels in heaven, nor the Son, but only the Father.- Mark 13:32,” Be ye Ready!!!

Excerpt from Don Hamlin https://donhamlin.com/outdoors/solar-eclipse-2017/

Pay no attention to doomsday messages and apocalyptic threats about the end of time.  These are meaningless and without truth.  Jesus warned us that false prophets will try to deceive many (Matthew 25:24).

Take advantage of the opportunity for viewing the total solar eclipse.  Celebrate with these verses as you do so:

  • The Rising of the Sun

“But to you who fear My name, The Sun of Righteousness shall rise with healing in His wings” (Malachi 4:2a).  This is a beautiful picture fulfilled by Jesus Christ who heals by the power of the message of the Cross.[x]

  • The Remission of Sin

Remission means forgiveness of sin.[xi]  John the Baptizer said something significant about this, and light, in his mission to go before the face of the Lord to prepare His ways, (to) give knowledge of salvation to His people by the remission of their sins, through the tender mercy of our God, with which the Dayspring from on high has visited us; to give light to those who sit in darkness and the shadow of death, to guide our feet into the way of peace.”  (Luke 1:76b-79)

  • The Radiance of the Son

As a child of God, a believer in His Son Jesus Christ, you are filled with His Holy Spirit.  You have the Light of Life (John 8:12).  Heaven is your home.  The Bible says in Revelation 22:5, There shall be no night there:  They need no lamp nor light of the sun, for the Lord God gives them light.  And they shall reign forever and ever.”

Do You Want this Christian Perspective of the Solar Eclipse?

Can’t celebrate?  Need Jesus?  The Bible says that if you confess Jesus is Lord and believe that God raised His Son from being dead, you will be saved.  For all who call upon the name of the Lord shall be saved.  (Romans 10:9, 13).

Saved means to be rescued.  The Bible says that we are all sinners in need of being rescued (Romans 3:23).  Only Jesus can save us.  Only He can forgive sin.  For there is no other name under heaven given among men by which we must be saved.”  (Acts 4:12b)

Confess He is Lord.  Believe that God raised Him from the dead.

“Jesus, I confess that You are Lord.  I believe that God raised You from the dead.  Thank You for saving me and filling me with Your Spirit.”

Then celebrate!