“If you want to hear God laugh, tell Him you have a plan.”

Well, if this is true, then I have personally given God more than a few gut-busting belly laugh.

Welcome! This is where I’m supposed to tell you who I am, outline my creds and tell you why you should care.

Look, friend.  I’m no saint.

I’m the one who swipes nice pens. I’ve given my kids Benadryl when their “allergies” disrupted their sleep.  Speaking of sleep, I’m a beast of a woman if I don’t get at least five hours.  I suffer from a mild case of road rage, and find myself in a perpetual juggling act as a single, working mother.

I’m perfectly imperfect, and I’m not trying to hide it.

I’m also not trying to hide the fact that I believe in God. Not “the universe” or “the source,” but a living God who created me in His image, and came to earth to die for me.

I’m thankful. Overwhelmed, actually.

I’ve experienced my share of heartache, disappointments and the consequences of many- many bad decisions.

But God.

Jesus came in with a broom and a red marker.  He swept away my mistakes, recycled my broken pieces, and dusted off my dreams. Then He took that red marker and scratched through every plan that my type-A personality had crafted.  Ouch.  I wish I could tell you that it was a one-time sweep, but He’s constantly having to clean up behind me and He keeps a red marker holstered to His side just in case…

I’ve learned that if I place God on the periphery of my life, I am also placing my peace, joy, understanding and blessings on the periphery, as well.  Some of the lessons took two, three– 10 times before I got it. But I did get it- and I’m still getting it.

I started making decisions that honored me.  I developed a titanium spine and gained spiritual clarity.  I established boundaries in my life, peace in my home, honor with my children, and accepted that God truly loves Himself some Rhonda. I decided to be the star in my own life and not a groupie in someone else’s, and Holy Spirit was my road manager.

Why should you care?

Can’t say that you should.  My life is just that…my life.  I’m using this platform to present a fresh perspective of the character and heart of the Father through the sharing of my reflections, frustrations and revelations.  If I can encourage you as I encourage myself, all the better.  My message and the reason I show up every week:  God has a plan for your life.  Agree with His plan.  And watch Him blow your mind.  Maybe, just maybe He won’t have to use the red marker on you.

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The worse thing that can happen is that you leave having been told that God loves you. Yes, even you.

Professionally Speaking…

Disciplined, cerebral and self-possessed, Rhonda Cheatham has the highly sought after skill and ability to translate knowledge into practice as a means of transforming systems and organizations. With more than 15 years of executive- level experience coaching managers, employees, and entrepreneurs, she has an acute understanding of company cultures, capacity building, organizational development, and strategic communications.

For coaching, corporate training and speaking engagements, click here.

Rhonda’s Career Highlights

Chief, Management Operations – Office of the Chief Financial Officer, District of Columbia Government

Deputy Director – National Association of Women Business Owners

Executive Director – Women Presidents’ Educational Organization

Director – Department of Small and Emerging Business, City of New Orleans Government

Independent Consultant

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