A Return to Writing
This is my first blog post since December 30, 2020.
The pandemic changed so much for all of us, and since then, I’ve mostly expressed myself through short-form social media writing — reflections, journal entries, and quick bursts of thought. But lately, I’ve been carrying a story too layered for captions and character limits.
Grief brought me back here — to the blank page — and I think God guided my return.
When I Asked for a Sign
I’ve spent many nights praying, asking God to send me signs that my parents are okay. I lost my dad in 2002, and though time has dulled the sharp edges of that pain, losing my mom last year reopened every wound. I asked God recently, “Please, let me know they’re with You. Let me know they’re okay.”
Then recently, one quiet evening, I got my answer — through a YouTube video.
The Signs Within the Story
One of my favorite YouTubers, Enes Yilmazer creates videos centered around luxury home tours. His latest upload featured a property called Lake Point — and immediately, my heart caught in my chest.
The street I grew up on in Detroit was called Lakepointe.
Then came another connection: the listing agents were a father-and-son team, both named John — one even a John C. My dad’s name was John C. Mullins.
My dad was an avid golfer, and the home included a beautiful putting green. My mom had bought me a piano when I was younger that became the centerpiece of our living room, and this estate featured a grand piano prominently placed in the heart of the home.
Every element — the lush greenery, the warm color palette, the attention to detail — reminded me of my mother’s love of gardening and nature. It felt as though both of my parents were gently saying “hello, kid, we miss you too.”
Grace in Grief
When my mom was in hospice care in 2023, and even after her passing into 2024, I often turned to this creator’s videos for peace. They became part of my healing routine — a quiet ritual that helped me breathe when the days felt too heavy.
But this video was different. Every frame felt intentional, sacred even. It was as though God Himself was speaking through beauty, sending comfort wrapped in video chapters.
Tears streamed down my face as I watched. Not out of sorrow, but because I knew God had answered. He’d heard my prayer and responded in his own tender way.
Faith in the Details
What I love most about faith is that it doesn’t always appear as loud thundering events. Sometimes it whispers through things you already love. For me, it came through architecture, design, decor, and storytelling.
This wasn’t just another luxury home tour. It was a divine message — one that bridged heaven and earth for a few quiet minutes.
I ended the video feeling peaceful, grateful, and deeply connected — not only to my parents, but to God, who continues to remind me that he is always near.
🎥 Watch the video that inspired this reflection:
About the Author
Tameka Mullins is a writer, PMP certified project manager, and creative spirit based in New York City. She’s passionate about storytelling, healing through art, and exploring the ways faith and creativity intersect. This post marks her first long-form blog entry since 2020, written in memory of her beloved parents and as a testament to God’s grace in the everyday.
Connect with her on Threads where she posts her thoughts on the WNBA and pop culture and on Skip where you can receive real time responses about her work using AI Agent.
© 2025, TamekaMullins. All rights reserved.
This work is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution-NonCommercial-NoDerivatives 4.0 International License.