This past year shook me in ways I didn't expect. I found myself praying more, questioning more, and needing God in a deeper way than ever before. There were moments when I felt unsure, overwhelmed and honestly a little lost. Life didn't look the way I thought it would, and I didn't feel like the person I used to be. In the quiet moments - the late nights, the early mornings, the in-between spaces - I kept turning back to God because I didn't know where else to go. That's wher

Motherhood has always been sacred to me - but this season of parenting has stretched me in ways I never imagined. I have found myself trying to balance being a mother, staying rooted in my faith, and still walking toward my purpose. Some days, that balance feels possible. Other days, it feels completely out of reach. And that has been one of the hardest truths to accept. In this new season, I've been parenting mostly on my own. The shift in our family dynamic has been heavy -

This has been one of the hardest things to overcome. I'm starting here because this is where I am in my journey - not where I hope to be someday, not where I look back with clarity, but where I am right now. Healing is still unfolding for me, and that's okay. I've been married for six years. Separated for six months. Those two sentences alone carry so much weight - memories, dreams, expectations, heartbreak, and growth all wrapped together. When everything first changed, I fo

I remember it like it was yesterday. The day I separated from my husband. Although, if I'm honest, the separation started two years before I ever packed a bag. Long before there was a rental car. Long before there were boxes. Long before there was a final conversation. It started quietly - in the slow realization that something wasn't aligned. In the moments when I knew I needed to be truthful to myself. In the prayers I whispered asking God to fix what I didn't yet have the