Light in the Fire – Letters From the Edge

God, I’m Drowning In Real Life – What Do You Mean “Come To Me”?

Author’s Note: I’ve written about faith that burns like fire. I’ve written truths that felt like prophecy in my bones. But on this day? My faith didn’t feel poetic. It felt tired. Heavy. Like trying to hold a conversation with God through a mouthful of water. This post isn’t me preaching. It’s me gasping. And… Continue reading God, I’m Drowning In Real Life – What Do You Mean “Come To Me”?

Faith for the Overthinkers: When You Want God But Can’t Turn Off Your Brain

A short note from me : If you’ve read my other writing, you’ve seen me speak boldly about faith, healing, and spiritual truths. But just because I’ve stood in strength doesn’t mean I don’t still wrestle in weakness. I’m not a preacher or a theologist— I’m a survivor, a seeker, and sometimes, more lately than… Continue reading Faith for the Overthinkers: When You Want God But Can’t Turn Off Your Brain

Grace for the Ones Who Don’t Know How to Read the Bible Right Now

To the one who was shamed for not being ‘spiritual enough’ while your world was falling apart. I want to talk to the ones no one talks to. The ones who sat in their car after getting the worst phone call of their life, whispering “God, I don’t know what to do”—and then heard silence… Continue reading Grace for the Ones Who Don’t Know How to Read the Bible Right Now

The Crushing is Not The Curse

“We are hard pressed on every side, but not crushed; perplexed, but not in despair; persecuted, but not abandoned; struck down, but not destroyed.” —2 Corinthians 4:8–9 If you’re feeling the heat right now— the kind that makes your bones ache and your lungs sting, your prayers turn to silence, and your hope feel like… Continue reading The Crushing is Not The Curse

5 YEARS CLEAN!!!!!! A War Story With No Hero, Just a Mother Who Refused to Die

I don’t talk about this part of my story much. Maybe because the scars still burn. Maybe because it was so dark, I didn’t think I’d make it back to the light. Maybe because I still remember what it felt like to want to die more than I wanted to breathe— Not because I didn’t… Continue reading 5 YEARS CLEAN!!!!!! A War Story With No Hero, Just a Mother Who Refused to Die

Letter to my Daughter on her Baptism Day

My precious Abby Girl, You’ve always known Him. Before you could talk in full sentences. Before you ever heard a sermon or sat in a Sunday school chair. Before anyone could explain “Jesus loves you” — you were already smiling up at the ceiling, babbling to someone I couldn’t see. And I see it now.… Continue reading Letter to my Daughter on her Baptism Day

She Didn’t Find Jesus in Church – He Found Her in the Silence

Sunday,, my daughter got baptized. Not because she was told to. Not because she hit the “age of accountability.” And certainly not because it checked a religious box. She got baptized because she knows her Savior — and she’s known Him for years. I need to say something, especially for those who’ve followed our story:… Continue reading She Didn’t Find Jesus in Church – He Found Her in the Silence

I stopped trying to be unbreakable, and started being honest instead

There was a time I thought strength meant silence — that surviving meant never letting the cracks show. I wore my pain like armor, thinking if I could just hold it all in, I could hold everything together.But the truth is… I was shattering inside. Quietly. Daily.People said, “You’re so strong,” and I nodded. Smiled.… Continue reading I stopped trying to be unbreakable, and started being honest instead

Still, I Say Amen

I walked through fire that never asked my nameCarried scars that never healed the sameI’ve cried out prayers with bloodied kneesAnd heard silence loud enough to shake belief I’ve buried hope beneath courtrooms and ashLearned that mercy doesn’t always come fastBut in the dark, where the answers don’t land—I’ve still been held by nail-scarred hands… Continue reading Still, I Say Amen

To the parents of a neurodivergent child

I see you. I see you in the supermarket, eyes darting, shoulders tight, praying for a smooth trip but bracing for the stares, the whispers, the judgment. I see you in parking lots, crouching beside your child, gently coaxing them out of the car while strangers impatiently walk past, not knowing that transitions can feel… Continue reading To the parents of a neurodivergent child