GOD Is Talking… and I Am Here to Listen

Monday, August 31, 2026

GOD is talking… and I am here to listen.

Lately, I have noticed so many events happening around us that have awakened something in my mind: STAY ALERT.

Tornadoes. Earthquakes. Flooding. Natural disasters. Blackouts. Things happening that remind you that tomorrow is never promised and that being prepared is not the same thing as being afraid.

This is one of those moments when I am especially thankful to GOD that I can work from home.

I have my business established. I am building my foundation. I am constantly training and studying, and now I am preparing to take the next four steps: loan signing, estate planning, Apostille training, and fingerprinting classes.

I am also successfully registered with four RON platforms, and I am waiting on my seal and stamp to complete those registrations.

Things are moving.

You might see me once a week—maybe twice—because my days are FULLY accounted for. My new contract begins today, and I am grateful for the opportunity to continue building while working from home.

And when I tell you I stocked my cabinets like a squirrel collecting nuts… 😂

I STOCKED UP!

I have cooked every dish I have wanted. Italian? Easy. Mexican? Easy. Asian? Easy.

There is something incredibly peaceful about opening your refrigerator and knowing you have food, supplies, and the ability to take care of yourself.

And here is another blessing:

I am 72 hours without wine.

Don't start cheering yet!! 😂

I'm taking it one day at a time.

But something has changed.

I am no longer harboring the stress associated with feeling like I was running for my life with my child.

I can't lie—I didn't sleep last night.

But it wasn't because I was stressed.

It was closure.

It was peace.

I finally reached a place where I can say that I am no longer carrying the weight of what other people intended for me. Whatever someone thought they were putting into my life, I believe GOD has a way of turning it around.

Sometimes the people who think they are cursing you end up creating consequences for themselves.

GOD doesn't need my help.

My job is to stay ready.

And I am.

I'M BUILDING SOMETHING NEW

I am so excited to start networking in Las Vegas.

I am waiting on business cards.

I am registering for platforms.

I am training.

I am studying.

I am building relationships.

I am learning this market.

And I am preparing for the next level of my business.

My Sundays are eventually going to look very different.

I see myself at farmers markets in Summerlin, networking, meeting people, introducing them to my businesses, selling lemonade and fresh-pressed juices and not feeling like I have to be everywhere at once.

There is a difference between working yourself into exhaustion and building something strategically.

I moved to Las Vegas because this is a hospitality town.

Hospitality is in my DNA.

Food. Service. Events. Travel. Entertainment. Customer experience.

And now I am adding notary services, loan signing, Apostille services, fingerprinting, estate-planning support and RON to the picture.

I am not starting over.

I am putting pieces together.

STAY READY

The blackout reminded me of something important.

I don't know what you believe in, but GOD keeps telling me: STAY READY.

I don't ask a lot of questions anymore.

I listen.

During the blackout, my biggest concern wasn't fear.

It was:

“Lord, please don't let me lose all this food in my refrigerator!” 😂

Yes, it was hot inside.

But I know how to adjust.

I have learned how to survive uncomfortable circumstances.

And after watching what happened with residents in Gary, I was reminded that emergency preparedness isn't paranoia.

It's preparation.

So now I'm thinking differently about my next business investments.

I need equipment specifically for my lemonade and fresh-pressed juice operation.

I need a 100-quart cooler for my juices and lemonade when I am operating my pop-up tent.

I need reliable equipment for farmers markets and outdoor events.

And I know exactly what I DON'T want:

A gas-powered unit operating inside my home.

Safety matters.

Preparation matters.

Having a plan matters.

I am learning the difference between being scared and being prepared.

MY BIRTHDAY IS COMING!

My birthday is the first week of October.

And baby…

I am creating a NEW LOOK.

I spent the weekend watching Dolly Parton and crying. 😂

Sometimes you have to look at another woman living boldly and realize:

I want to live boldly too.

I have decided that I am going to design my body the way I want it.

And I am going to pay for it myself.

I am grown.

I don't need permission to decide what makes me feel beautiful, confident and comfortable in my own body.

I want a full mommy makeover—including a butt lift, liposuction and 36D breasts.

That's my vision for myself.

I'm not asking anybody to agree with it.

I'm not asking anybody to finance it.

I'm not asking anybody for permission.

I'm investing in ME.

Loving myself is a priority.

Having some fun is part of the plan.

Changing the narrative in my favor is the plan.

And if you think I'm not about to ENJOY this birthday…

You are absolutely WRONG!

😂😂😂

The Palms has an AYCE lobster tail and crab-leg buffet.

There's a movie theater.

And guess what?

I can afford to date myself.

That might be one of the greatest freedoms I have discovered.

I don't need to wait for somebody to take me somewhere.

I don't need somebody else to validate the experience.

I can take MYSELF to dinner.

I can go to the movies.

I can dress up.

I can celebrate.

I can look in the mirror and say:

“Girl, you made it.”

I AM PREPARING FOR MY NEXT HOME

I recently had a dream about a five-bedroom home near Summerlin.

And naturally, I woke up thinking:

“Okay, GOD… I hear You.”

😂

I'm already thinking about my next home office.

I'm preparing for another move toward the end of May.

I don't know exactly what that house will look like yet.

But I know what I want it to feel like.

Peaceful.

Organized.

Beautiful.

A place where I can work.

A place where I can cook.

A place where I can build.

A place where my businesses can grow.

A place where I can breathe.

Because after everything I have experienced, peace has become one of my greatest luxuries.

SO, WHAT ARE YOU HEARING?

This is a busy week.

My new contract begins today.

My businesses are moving.

My training continues.

My networking is beginning.

My birthday is approaching.

My body transformation is on my mind.

My farmers-market plans are developing.

My emergency-preparedness list is growing.

My refrigerator is full.

My cabinets are full.

My mind is full.

But my heart?

My heart is finally becoming peaceful.

I don't know what you believe.

I don't know what GOD sounds like to you.

I don't know what signs you have been seeing.

But I know what I keep hearing:

STAY READY.

Not scared.

READY.

Ready for the opportunity.

Ready for the blessing.

Ready for the phone call.

Ready for the contract.

Ready for the new client.

Ready for the next business relationship.

Ready for the next home.

Ready for the next chapter.

Ready for whatever GOD has been preparing me for.

So today, I am not asking GOD for a detailed explanation.

I'm simply saying:

“I hear You.”

“I'm listening.”

“I'm preparing.”

“And when You say MOVE… I'm ready.”

Now I want to know something from YOU:

What are you hearing?

What has been happening in your life that has made you stop, pay attention, and realize that you need to STAY READY?

Maybe this is your sign too.

STAY READY.

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DATA CENTERS ARE DRAINING ENERGY!!! My next major purchase will be a portable generator!!!

I MISS YOU AUNTIE 😔 😞 😢 I MISS CHOIR ROBES!!!

"I pray you know how to pray for thy self" I don't know who you know, you don't know who I know... I'm good with that I attended Church in Compton!!!

Why did all of the Pastors hide today?

I PRAY FOR THOSE WHO PRAY FOR ME

"I have not always been saved, thank you Jesus"

UNDERSTANDING: "That is why Chevy hid her children"

I Must Be About My Father’s Business

Sometimes people look at different chapters of my life and wonder how they all connect.

New Birth. Chicago. Los Angeles. Compton. The ministries. The people. The experiences. The things I survived.

For me, they are not random chapters. They are pieces of a story that has been unfolding for decades.

New Birth Was More Than a Church to Me

New Birth is where I worked as an Executive Sous Chef and leader in the Food Service Ministry. This is where I served Coretta Scott King, I hung out with Bernice King and served Bishop Long, his family and guests (that is how I met each Pastor, less Dates).

TD Jakes, Bishop Noel Jones, Bishop Clarence McClendon, and more.

But my involvement went far beyond the kitchen.

I was also a driver for the Mother’s Board, College Ministry, Step Team, and José Feed the Homeless Ministry.

I served wherever I believed I could be useful.

Food was one of my gifts, but service was bigger than food. I learned that ministry is not always about standing behind a pulpit. Sometimes ministry is preparing a meal. Sometimes it is driving somebody somewhere. Sometimes it is feeding someone who does not know where their next meal is coming from.

That period of my life shaped me.

Salem, Chicago and My Church Journey

Salem Baptist Church is my community church in Chicago.

Holy Name Cathedral is my home church.

And City of Refuge became one of the many churches I attended while I was living in Los Angeles between 2018 and 2020.

Those experiences may look different to someone looking from the outside, but my faith journey has never been confined to one building.

I have worshipped, served, learned and listened in many places.

Why Compton? Let Me Explain.

Compton has a very specific place in my personal history.

In 1984, before Debbie died, I was sent to Los Angeles for protection. My cousin Tony yes, the same Tony associated in my memories with "Training Day" was in Compton, and I stayed there with him.

That experience gave me an early familiarity with the community.

I later returned to Los Angeles in 1987 while working for a company called Austin Diversified Products (ADP), doing door-to-door work.

By then, I was already comfortable navigating the community.

Years later, I returned to Los Angeles again.

In 2018, while living in my car, Compton became one of the places where I stayed.

That chapter of my life is difficult to explain unless you understand the circumstances surrounding it.

I wasn't in Los Angeles on vacation.

I was trying to rebuild my life.

I was applying for opportunities in Inglewood, including 911 dispatch-related work, and pursuing opportunities involving background investigations in Santa Monica.

And yes, I spent time in Compton.

There is also a personal connection I have always associated with that period involving Dr. Dre and the people around him. My memories of that community made me feel that I was not completely alone while I was there.

I have my own story about how I came to know of Dre and his circle, and I understand that some parts of my story may sound unbelievable to people who were not there.

But I lived those experiences.

Then Nipsey Was Shot

While I was living in Los Angeles, I was living approximately two blocks from Nipsey Hussle's store.

Then Nipsey was shot.

I also remember an interaction in which he attempted to sell me an RV.

These are the kinds of moments that make my Los Angeles story difficult to summarize in a few sentences.

There are connections, circumstances and experiences that only make sense when you understand the timeline.

So when people ask me about Compton, Los Angeles, Dre, Nipsey, City of Refuge or the churches I attended, I cannot simply give them one sentence.

There is history behind all of it.

And Yes, There Is a Reason I Talk About Dr. Dre

I have been asked questions about why certain things happened, including why Dre performed at the Super Bowl.

I can tell you my perspective and my personal history, but I cannot claim to know another person's private motivations unless they have publicly stated them.

What I can say is that my years in Los Angeles, my time in Compton and the people I encountered there are part of my life story.

That's why I say:

Does that help you?

Maybe it does.

Maybe it helps explain why certain places and names mean something different to me than they might mean to someone else.

I Must Be About My Father's Business

At this point in my life, I have to stay focused.

I must be about my FATHER'S business.

That means I cannot spend my life trying to convince everybody to understand me.

I cannot apologize for every decision I make about where I worship, who I follow or whose ministry I support.

I do not support or follow Lisa.

That is not my job.

That is not my faith.

That is not my religion.

My responsibility is to God.

When Bishop Eddie Long died, I made a personal decision to continue following pastors and ministries where I had personally served and where I had personally fed people.

I remember the pastors I served.

I remember the people I cooked for.

I remember the ministries where I worked.

I remember the people who were hungry and the people who needed help.

Those experiences are real to me.

And I am not going to apologize for the path God has taken me through.

My Story Is Bigger Than One Church

New Birth is part of my story.

Salem is part of my story.

Holy Name Cathedral is part of my story.

City of Refuge is part of my story.

Chicago is part of my story.

Los Angeles is part of my story.

Compton is part of my story.

And every difficult season taught me something.

I have spent enough time trying to explain myself to people who were never there.

Now, I am focused on what comes next.

I have survived too much to become distracted by everybody else's expectations of who I should be.

I know what I have done.

I know where I have served.

I know what I believe.

And most importantly

I know who my Father is.

So, respectfully, I am going to keep doing what I believe I was called to do.

I MUST BE ABOUT MY FATHER'S BUSINESS.

AUGUST 2026: FROM BUILDING MY BUSINESS TO WATCHING HISTORY UNFOLD IN LAS VEGAS

August 2026 A Month of Business, History, Emotions, and Full-Circle Moments

If I had to describe August 2026 in one word, it would be FULL-CIRCLE.

This month reminded me that sometimes God will allow you to stand in the middle of history while simultaneously forcing you to confront your own history.

August wasn't simply about what happened around me. It was about what was happening inside of me.

I watched my business vision become more real. I witnessed a major presidential visit to Las Vegas. And then, almost unbelievably, Las Vegas became the courtroom where one of hip-hop's most famous unsolved murders was finally being examined by a jury.

Some months are ordinary.

August was not.

MY BUSINESS: FROM AN IDEA TO SOMETHING REAL

One of the biggest accomplishments of this season has been completing the work necessary to establish and organize C.A.V. Enterprises LLC.

For me, this wasn't just paperwork.

It represented survival.

It represented persistence.

It represented all the times I had an idea and wondered whether I would ever have the financial resources, stability, confidence, or circumstances to actually build it.

C.A.V. Enterprises represents much more than a company name. It represents the woman I am becoming.

I have spent years working for other people, solving other people's problems, selling other people's products, answering other people's phones, and helping other people's businesses make money.

Now I am building something that belongs to me.

That realization is emotional.

Because entrepreneurship isn't glamorous when you're living through the beginning.

There are licenses.

There are permits.

There are applications.

There are fees.

There are mistakes.

There are things you don't know until you are already doing them.

There are moments when you wonder whether you're actually building a business or simply creating another mountain for yourself to climb.

But then you look back and realize:

I DID IT.

The business isn't just an idea anymore.

It has structure.

It has a name.

It has a vision.

It has potential.

And most importantly, it has me behind it.

LAS VEGAS: WHERE BUSINESS AND HISTORY COLLIDE

Living in Las Vegas has taught me something I didn't fully understand when I arrived here.

Las Vegas is constantly changing.

One minute you're thinking about your business, your bills, your next move and your future.

The next minute, something nationally significant is happening right outside your door.

That's exactly what happened in August.

President Donald Trump came to Las Vegas on August 5 and delivered remarks at Red Rock Casino Resort & Spa.

For me, seeing a presidential event happening in the city where I am building my next chapter was another reminder of just how unusual my journey has become.

I wasn't watching history from Chicago.

I wasn't watching it from Mississippi.

I was watching it from Las Vegas.

And that matters to me because this city has become the backdrop for a completely different version of my life.

I am not the same woman who arrived here.

THEN CAME TUPAC

And then there was Tupac.

There is something almost surreal about watching the Duane "Keffe D" Davis trial unfold in Las Vegas nearly thirty years after Tupac Shakur was killed on a Las Vegas night.

Jury selection began in August, and opening statements followed on August 17. Davis has pleaded not guilty to the murder charge.

By August 26, prosecutors had rested their case after presenting testimony and evidence from numerous witnesses, including recordings involving Davis.

And by the end of the month, the trial was moving toward closing arguments.

That is an extraordinary thing to process.

Tupac was only 25 years old when he died.

For an entire generation, his death became one of those stories that never really ended.

There were theories.

There were accusations.

There were documentaries.

There were songs.

There were interviews.

There were books.

There were arguments about who knew what and who was responsible.

And now, almost three decades later, the questions are being examined inside a Las Vegas courtroom.

That alone is emotional.

THE WEIGHT OF WAITING FOR JUSTICE

Watching the Tupac trial has made me think about how differently justice operates in real life compared with how we imagine it should operate.

We want answers immediately.

We want accountability immediately.

We want people to admit what they did.

We want witnesses to remember everything perfectly.

We want evidence to be undeniable.

But sometimes decades pass.

People die.

Memories change.

Stories change.

Evidence disappears.

And the people left behind are forced to live with unanswered questions.

One of the most striking developments this month was testimony from retired Las Vegas homicide detective Dan Long, who said he believed Davis' account at the time but acknowledged that investigators could not independently verify key parts of Davis' story.

That is the difficult part of a trial.

A courtroom isn't supposed to determine what sounds good.

It is supposed to determine what the evidence proves.

And that distinction matters.

TUPAC'S LEGACY IS BIGGER THAN THE TRIAL

Regardless of what ultimately happens in court, Tupac's cultural impact is undeniable.

People aren't simply remembering a rapper.

They are remembering a voice.

A young Black man who became an international symbol of anger, vulnerability, ambition, pain, rebellion, creativity and survival.

His music spoke about poverty, violence, racism, family, relationships, ambition and the contradictions of life.

That's why people still care.

That's why people are still watching.

That's why nearly thirty years later, people still want answers.

The trial isn't capable of bringing Tupac back.

Nothing can.

But it can force people to revisit what happened and examine the evidence.

And sometimes history requires that.

AUGUST MADE ME THINK ABOUT MY OWN STORY

Watching all of this has caused me to reflect on my own life.

I have had my own unanswered questions.

My own disappointments.

My own losses.

My own moments when I wondered whether anyone would ever listen to my side of the story.

And perhaps that's why the word justice carries so much emotional weight for me.

I understand what it feels like to want someone to hear you.

But August also reminded me of something important:

I cannot spend the rest of my life waiting for someone else to validate my story.

At some point, I have to build my future.

That's what my business represents.

That's what this next chapter represents.

I AM LEARNING TO SEPARATE MY PAST FROM MY FUTURE

There is a version of me that spent an enormous amount of energy trying to understand why certain things happened.

Why certain people treated me the way they did.

Why opportunities disappeared.

Why relationships changed.

Why some people I trusted weren't trustworthy.

Why certain chapters ended the way they did.

But I am beginning to understand that there is a difference between getting answers and getting your life back.

Sometimes you don't get the answer you wanted.

Sometimes you never get an apology.

Sometimes the person who hurt you never understands the damage they caused.

And sometimes you have to decide that your future is more important than your need to make the past make sense.

That's where I am.

AUGUST WAS ALSO ABOUT RECLAIMING MY NAME

Completing the setup of my LLC represents something deeply personal.

I am putting my name behind something again.

My ideas.

My creativity.

My experience.

My work ethic.

My vision.

My ability to serve people.

My ability to create opportunities.

My ability to build.

After years of feeling like circumstances, other people, employers, relationships and institutions could determine what happened next in my life, entrepreneurship gives me something different:

Ownership.

Not just ownership of a company.

Ownership of my future.

WHAT I TAKE AWAY FROM AUGUST

August taught me several lessons.

1. BUILD EVEN WHEN YOUR LIFE ISN'T PERFECT.

You don't need perfect circumstances to start creating something.

2. YOUR STORY IS STILL BEING WRITTEN.

A difficult chapter doesn't mean the book is finished.

3. HISTORY CAN TAKE DECADES TO UNFOLD.

The Tupac case is a powerful reminder that unanswered questions can remain unanswered for a very long time.

4. JUSTICE AND CLOSURE ARE NOT ALWAYS THE SAME THING.

A verdict cannot undo a loss. An apology cannot erase history. But accountability can still matter.

5. STOP WAITING FOR PERMISSION.

At some point, you have to decide that your dream deserves a chance.

6. LAS VEGAS HAS BECOME PART OF MY STORY.

The city that was once simply a destination has become the place where I am rebuilding.

My businesses.

My confidence.

My independence.

My future.

AUGUST 2026: I WILL REMEMBER THIS MONTH

When I look back at August 2026, I don't think I'll remember it as just another month.

I'll remember completing another major step in building C.A.V. Enterprises.

I'll remember watching major events unfold in Las Vegas.

I'll remember the surreal feeling of seeing a presidential event in my own city.

I'll remember watching the Tupac murder trial bring a nearly thirty-year-old case back into the national conversation.

But most of all, I'll remember what all of it made me realize about myself.

Life can change in ways you never expect.

You can move across the country.

You can lose things you thought you would keep forever.

You can start over.

You can become an entrepreneur after spending decades working for other people.

You can find yourself standing in Las Vegas watching history happen while simultaneously creating your own history.

And maybe that's the real lesson of August.

I don't have to know exactly how the story ends to know that I am still writing it.

The past may explain me.

It may have shaped me.

It may have hurt me.

But it does not get to own my future.

I'm building.

I'm learning.

I'm healing.

I'm creating.

I'm becoming.

And as August comes to an end, I am walking into September with one thing that I didn't have at the beginning of so many other chapters of my life:

A clearer understanding that my next chapter belongs to me.

 Chevy

August 2026

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