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”?
Tag: parenting through trauma
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
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
From Trauma To Triumph – One Year Later
One year ago, my youngest son was still in survival mode.Haunted by trauma. Shaped by silence. Wounds too deep for words. He didn’t trust easily. He struggled to connect. He had every reason to shut down. But he didn’t. In just one year…He’s risen. He’s excelling in advanced education classes. He’s made real friends. He’s… Continue reading From Trauma To Triumph – One Year Later
Bleeding for Two
There’s a silence in my bones tonight —the kind that doesn’t sleep.It paces between rooms and cries without sound.My heart…is torn and bleeding for two. For my daughter —There’s a cycle trying to rise again,but it ends here.I am standing in the doorway,and I will not move.I see her.I hear her.And I will never look… Continue reading Bleeding for Two
When The Truth Finally Breaks Through
There’s a moment in every war where something cracks.A wall falls. A voice rises. And everything changes. For months — no, years — I was dismissed.I was the “vindictive mom.” The “unstable one.”The woman trying to ruin a man’s reputation, they said. But what I really was… was a mother holding on by her fingernails… Continue reading When The Truth Finally Breaks Through
What The Legal System Misses When It Ignores a Miracle
In 2018, we were the story people whispered about. Addicts. Homeless. Lost. Broken. In 2025, we became a story people tell — to offer hope. The police department that once arrested us now shares our journey with new officers as an example of what recovery looks like when two people rise together. And yet, right… Continue reading What The Legal System Misses When It Ignores a Miracle
Letters From the Edge 