I've been keeping journals since I was in the 3rd grade and I'm so glad to share some of my most intimate life moments with you here! Here, you'll find inspirational and encouraging stories of me and other broken people like me. We are all jars of clay who have been afflicted in every way, but not crushed...struck down by not destroyed. Here, you do NOT have the right to remain silent, so as you read, grab your favorite snack and drink and leave a comment...share YOUR story. I can't wait to connect with you in this beautiful safe space.
I sat down to pray this morning, and within seconds, my mind was off to the races. One thought led to another, and before I knew it, I wasn’t praying—I was problem-solving, planning, and replaying conversations from days ago. I caught myself, took a deep breath, and tried again. And again. And again. Are you […]
There was a time when I didn’t even realize I was isolating myself. In the early months of my separation and divorce, I withdrew—not because I wanted to be alone, but because I felt like I had to be. The weight of guilt, shame, and embarrassment sat so heavily on my shoulders that the thought […]
This morning, as I was just beginning to wake up, my little one walked into my room, looked at Alexa, and said, “Mommy, look! It’s a new month! I wonder what March will bring.” Such simple, sweet words—yet so insightful. They guided our morning devotion time, leading us to Isaiah 43:18-19: “Do not remember the […]
It was a beautiful Sunday afternoon at the park. My little one was joyfully running around, laughing, and making sweet music. I, on the other hand, was enjoying a rare moment of semi-peace, listening to a sermon while keeping one eye on him. It felt like the perfect balance—feeding my spirit while giving him space […]
Anyone who knows me knows I LOVE music. Lately, I’ve been watching a lot of documentaries on some of my favorite artists. Artists like Luther Vandross, Tina Turner…Dionne Warwick, and Otis Redding. Their stories have made me fall in love with their music all over again because now it feels even more personal. I often […]