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”?
Category: Memories, Healing, Self discovery
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
The Curse And The Crown
They don’t tell you that having a sensitive soul can feel like bleeding quietly in a world that calls your wounds weakness. That it’s not just about feeling deeply—it’s about carrying pain that was never yours to begin with. It’s loving people who only knew how to take. It’s being the place everyone runs to… Continue reading The Curse And The Crown
If Compassion Hides Abuse Part 2 – Self Reflection
Deep thought… If Compassion Hides Abuse, Then What Does Connection Even Mean? She asked me why. Why I pull away from kindness. Why compassion makes me freeze. And I told her something I didn’t even know I knew until I said it out loud: “Because compassion hides abuse.” And now I can’t stop thinking about… Continue reading If Compassion Hides Abuse Part 2 – Self Reflection
When Compassion Feels Like a Threat
“You don’t respond well to compassion,” she said. And before I could think, before I could edit, I answered: “Because compassion hides abuse.” I didn’t even know I believed that. But the second the words left my mouth, they hit the air like they’d been waiting years to be spoken. It didn’t feel like clarity.… Continue reading When Compassion Feels Like a Threat
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
The Queen Of Control
You always hear about the abusers who raise their fists. The ones who leave bruises or scream in your face. But no one warns you about the ones who smile. The ones who speak softly — and still gut your soul. My ex-husband’s mother wasn’t just controlling. She was the control. She never raised her… Continue reading The Queen Of Control
Letters From the Edge 