Heaven does not erase differences; it redeems them.

After tragedy, I didn’t just wrestle grief—I wrestled trust in God. This is the story of how control became my survival plan… and how surrender became my way back to peace.

That same God—the One who faithfully wrote the story of salvation—is writing your story, too.

Ever have one of those days when your minds feels like a browser with too many tabs open? I sure have! And the holidays—withall their extra obligations and preparations—tend to land squarely in that category for me.

I finally acknowledge more deeply the cost of the last year and a half, a season that completely upended me.