I’ve been quiet for many months—watching, waiting, praying, and even, believe it or not, finally allowing myself to enjoy a little bit of life again. During this time, something settled deeply in me: no great miracle has ever unfolded where faith was missing. I remembered learning as a child that faith without action is dead—that it simply cannot produce the life God intended.

So I told Robert that we needed to shift our focus. We had to begin with gratitude, naming every blessing we still had. And next, we had to stop feeding the negative thoughts. After spending so many years surrounded by heaviness and fear—Robert even more than me—I began accepting that negativity as reality, even while my mouth spoke words of faith. If I’m honest, my heart had started to believe the doom and gloom. I had completely forgotten the promises God whispered to us in the beginning: forgiveness, freedom, love, prosperity, joy, abundance, family—a true sense of home and belonging (Isaiah 61:1–62, Matthew 7:7).

So I began dreaming again. Planning again. Acting on those plans. I started speaking gratitude every day, even for the smallest things. I stopped focusing on the negative in people, in situations, and in life. I stopped letting fear lead my thoughts. Instead, I decided to live my faith—through a new mindset, a new attitude, and a new way of seeing the world.

And slowly, I felt happiness returning—happiness rooted in expectation. Something I hadn’t felt in such a long time. I trusted Robert was doing the same while we were separated, because I reminded him of how God moved when we first knew each other only as friends. Back then, unbelievable things happened daily because we were filled with joy, hope, and expectancy. Life felt like a dream, as if we were living in our own bubble. What was happening in the outside world felt distant, almost unreal.

Once I made this shift, I immediately began to see miracles unfold. Plans started falling into place—effortlessly, gracefully, almost like they were waiting on me the entire time.

That’s when I started planning what I had only briefly mentioned to Robert: where I wanted us to live and the kind of life I envisioned for us. I went on a quiet land-hunting journey, keeping in mind who we truly are and what our dreams need to come fully alive. And I found it. I found the most magical, beautiful, abundant, promising future homestead—a place that feels not only like destiny, but like us. Like somewhere we were always meant to be.

The community surrounding it is exactly the kind of environment I want for both of us: honest, hardworking, spiritual, genuine, kind, generous, loyal people. Wholesome people. Content people. People who understand what life is really about—not chasing noise, fame, or endless online illusions. People who value peace, integrity, and connection. People more like us.

Because at his core, Robert has always been down-to-earth—a people’s person. Someone anyone could sit with, laugh with, talk with. The “King of R&B” title was part of his work, part of the public role he stepped into and humbly accepted. But deep inside, he has always been someone who feels most himself around regular, grounded people.

And for a long time, that created conflict—between who he felt he had to be publicly and who he truly was on the inside. He longed for simplicity, but often found himself surrounded by people who didn’t share his values or his heart—people who weren’t loyal, hardworking, genuine, honest, or grounded. People who were almost the opposite of the man he really is at his core.

Finding this new place—this land, this future, this community—felt like finding a version of life that finally matches the truth of who we are. A place where we can rebuild, breathe, grow, and simply be.

And all of it began when I stopped believing the negativity and chose faith, gratitude, and expectation instead.

So new dreams and new plans have been quietly hatched and lovingly set into motion. A new faith has been born in both of us. And our miracle—not only is it done, but it was completed long before we ever realized it. We simply forgot how perfectly efficient God is, how He writes the ending long before the chaos, confusion, or heartbreak ever begins.

I can’t reveal the full beauty of what’s coming, but I’ve been given a glimpse—and it is so much more, so much richer, so much more breathtaking than anything we could have dreamed for ourselves. It’s beyond what we imagined, beyond what we prayed for, beyond what we thought was possible.

And now we walk toward that ending with open hearts, steady faith, and deep gratitude—knowing that God already finished the story long before we ever learned how to tell it.

And oh, don’t worry—the music isn’t going anywhere.
Robert and I are simply stepping into a different kind of life, one unlike anything he has lived before. A life he’s always wanted. A life where he can finally slow down, breathe, and truly enjoy living while creating great music from a place of peace and authenticity.

A life surrounded by real love and real people—the kind of grounded, creative, wholesome souls his heart has always been drawn to. People who feel like home. People who see him as a human being first, not a performance or a persona.

The shedding has taken place.
The old layers, the old noise, the old weight—they’ve fallen away.

And now it’s time for a new beginning.
A true, fresh start.
A life rebuilt on faith, gratitude, joy, and truth.

It’s time for us to start over.

J.