Meet Aisha Brown
Welcome to my home of inspiring stories and thoughtful reflections. Writing has been a passion of mine for many years, and I’m excited to have the opportunity to share my work with the world.
My books and blog are a place where I explore the many aspects of life—the joys, the struggles and the lessons we can learn along the way. My hope is that my stories will encourage readers to take the leap of faith and pursue their dreams, no matter how hard life may get. As I've learned, there's always a way to fulfill God's call to write. So, if you feel like you’re called to write, I invite you to join me on this journey.
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Have you ever doubted your faith to the point that you didn’t know if you had any left? Do you feel forgotten by God? Have you ever turned away from God?
I ask you this because I’ve been there. I felt forgotten, I doubted my faith, and I turned away from God.
In the midst of a 10+ year battle of depression and anxiety, I thought that I had done something to REALLY make God mad.
The more I tried to fix it with my earthly “wisdom” the worse it got.
I got to the point where I felt like, “Maybe He just doesn’t love me anymore.”
Ever feel that way?
I want to share with you, that God loves you more than you know.
He wants to have a relationship with you.
I admit, I had lost faith that God wanted to have a relationship with me for some time. But I’ve returned to God and He welcomed me back with open arms.
He can do the same for you!
Who am I?
I’m Aisha Brown:
a constant consumer of all things stationery (especially planners, journals, pens, bags…I think I need to stop there. There’s too much to name.)
I married the love of my life in May of 2005. Like any married couple we had plans for our lives.
We were going to start a family. Two boys and a girl.
That was our plan.
We got pregnant with our first boy in 2006.
We were excited, but…
The pregnancy was horrible. I had morning sickness, afternoon sickness, and evening sickness.
The doctors said it was normal.
I felt my son moving so all was good.
Until it wasn’t…
At 36 weeks we found out our once healthy boy didn’t have a heartbeat.
I delivered him, we had his funeral, and life was supposed to go on as usual.
I wish I could tell you that was our last experience with a stillborn baby.
In 2007, we had a miscarriage.
In 2008, I delivered another little boy at 21 weeks, after my water broke too early.
The doctors said, if I would have made it one more week, he possibly could have lived.
After that we had 4 more miscarriages.
In the course of our 15 year marriage we tried to adopt and three people changed their minds (which they had the right to do).
We tried foster care and the mother found out our information. So, we had to move the kids.
I was in and out of grief pretty consistently.
In all of this I prayed to God, “What did I do? Please tell me. I’ll fix it. I’ll do better.”
I’ve been saved since I was a little girl.
Since I was six.
I was baptized the first time at six.
I was baptized a second time at 21. (I figured I knew better about my relationship with God at that time.)
I felt like I knew God.
I didn’t party or drink.
I worked in my church.
I’m not saying I was perfect or a saint, but I tried to live for God as best I could.
For some reason, I guess I thought God owed me for my “hard work”.
He still doesn’t.
Actually, when I read the Bible I realize that when I accept Jesus, I accept that He suffered, died and rose again.
He did that for me. So, He already paid the price for my so called hard work.
He was the example for me…what my life is supposed to be.
I want the power, the promise, and the peace that comes with God, but I don’t want the pain.
Unfortunately, the pain is a part of life.
I was in a state of depression for such a long time, that I just realized I had to give in to it.
It was stronger than me.
At that time.
I could smile when it was time to be around people, even my husband.
But my world was dark.
I didn’t think about harming myself, but I thought like every pain I felt was going to be a diagnosis of death.
Even the small pains.
I started having anxiety attacks and I didn’t want to leave the house.
“God, I’m holding on by a thread. I need you. Please come get me.”
I repeated those words, over and over, day after day. I didn’t know what else to do.
I started reading the book “The Battlefield of the Mind”, by Joyce Meyer and Priscilla Shirer’s book “Fervent”.
Those books gave me a glimpse into what my life could be like if I were to change my mindset.
They were what pulled me from the edge of despair.
I felt a little stronger.
I got a little more into reading my Bible.
I learned about the S.O.A.P method of Bible study.
I started writing out scripture.
I looked for the scriptures that would help me through what I was going through.
I should have been seeing a therapist, but I really didn’t want to leave the house much.
I would soon learn that I was only reading the Bible for what would help me.
I took a course called “Rooted” through my church.
I learned so much through this study. I went back to the basics of learning about God.
I was rededicating my life to Him.
I started talking with people about what was happening in my life.
The more I talked, the more I felt my spirit returning.
I felt light around me and I began reaching for my Bible more.
Not to see what blessings I wanted to get…
…But to see what God had to say to me.
The more I read, the more I felt the darkness lift.
I began hearing the words “Write your story?”
I didn’t hear it in my ear, it was more of a tug in my spirit.
I didn’t want to write my story.
I was embarrassed. I felt guilty. I was ashamed.
But “Write your story didn’t go away.”
So, I’ve been writing it.
The more I write, the more I talk about it, and the more I encourage other people to read their Bible, the better I feel.
In my turning back to God, I found that He accepted me back with open arms.
I even started experiencing Him communicating with me through His Word.
I feel that when I read His Word I am connected to Him in a way I never have been before.
Because of this I feel that God is calling me to encourage others to have a connection with Him.
Connection with God makes all the difference.
Connecting with Him means that I have peace, joy, love.
I feel that He has fully forgiven me, and I know that if you have experienced turning away from Him, He will fully forgive you too.
What I do…
I’ve been a storyteller since I could talk.
Just ask my family about my imaginary friends “Bobby” and “Gheddo” (I honestly don’t know where the names came from.)
My love for creative writing started in 4th grade. I had the best teacher who would allow me to write stories and she encouraged me to keep writing.
But writing wasn’t what I pursued in life – even though I wanted to.
I took the long way around.
I worked in Customer Service
I was a teacher
I have a Masters in Literacy.
All of that has led me right back to my first love and what I believe is my purpose.