One year ago, I thought my greatest prayer was that my husband would live. God answered that prayer. What I didn’t realize was that He would spend the next year…
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If I had known then how much loving him would cost me, would I still have opened that door? Yes. Without hesitation. Because the bad boy grew into the man…
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(Sacred Ordinary – May 2026) I spent the week in Orlando surrounded by what the world calls luxury. A resort with turquoise water so bright it looked fake.A “pool” so…
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(Sacred Ordinary – Mother’s Day) Motherhood changes you in quiet ways at first. Not all at once, not in some dramatic movie moment, but slowly, in the ordinary unfolding of…
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I didn’t lose myself. I just got used to living in survival. And somewhere between the quiet moments and the things I’ve been creating with my hands… I remembered. I’ve…
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I haven’t written in a couple of weeks. Not because I didn’t have anything to say —but because I didn’t know how to say it without feeling like I was…
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A heartfelt reflection on motherhood, independence, and rediscovering marriage after the children grow — exploring the quiet space that follows years of being needed for everything.
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Some days don’t feel like progress… but they still matter. Learning to find steadiness in the in-between. 🌿
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Some days don’t fall apart dramatically. They just feel heavy in quiet ways. Tonight I’m sitting in a studio parking lot with a tension headache, too much caffeine, a Chick-fil-A…
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I used to think waiting meant I was missing out. Now I think it just means I’m still becoming. Sometimes peace is quieter than we expect — it’s windows down,…