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”?
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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
The Gift Beyond The Grave
Before the dawn, before the stone was rolled, Love wrote a story the prophets foretold. Not with ink, but with crimson red, He bore the cross, where great mercy bled. The King of Heaven, clothed in grace, Chose the thorns, took my place. Each lash, each nail, each cry in pain— A ransom paid, our… Continue reading The Gift Beyond The Grave
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
Paperwork Ping-Pong
I’m tired of forms that promise help and deliver silence. Of making the same calls to the same numbers, leaving voicemails with my voice cracking from exhaustion, begging someone — anyone — to just do something. I’m tired of repeating my child’s trauma like it’s a punchline to a joke nobody finds funny. Tired of… Continue reading Paperwork Ping-Pong
Rage-Unleashed
Let Me Burn for a Minute Don’t you dare tell me to calm down.Don’t tell me to breathe, or pray harder, or wait my turn.Because I’m DONE. I am so tired of being the one holding it all together while everyone else gets to fall apart or walk away. You think I’m strong?No. I’m angry.… Continue reading Rage-Unleashed
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 