Sometimes what feels like breaking is actually the beginning of becoming.

I’d never been through that kind of pain. It took my breath away from the inside out, leaving me hollow and empty, gasping for air and answers.

I did not need to solve my whole life at once. I just needed the courage to take the next step with God.

Grief does not always ask permission before it returns. It can come back around when we least expect it, not because we have failed to heal, but because love does not disappear just because someone is gone.

Freedom began when I stopped asking only who hurt me and started asking God what he wanted to heal in me.

Maybe hope isn’t meant to feel strong all the time. Maybe hope, in its truest form, is quieter than that. Smaller. More stubborn.

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.

Is misery ever necessary? Could God be protecting us from something we cannot yet see?

For some, leaving Christmas decorations up into January (or after!) is a way to hold on to the joyous scenes of the season. For me, I prefer to spend the week between Christmas and New Year's slowly but surely taking down the last trace of tinsel. My household celebrates and decorates Christmas big—down to each room getting a makeover, from our vintage Christmas cottage comforter to the ice-skating Mickey & Minnie shower curtain in our daughter's bathroom. Simplifying and cle

Advent tells a different story: Love entered the imperfect and chose to come close.

“This awful moment wasn’t going to be the end of my story. When life feels impossibly hard, it’s easy to wonder if things will ever get easier. But in the very place where I fell apart, God began to rebuild something beautiful."

Our life is but a vapor, but it will have true meaning when we look to Jesus for everything.

You are my Calm amidst the storm, and I know You will never forsake me—not now, not tomorrow, not ever.

Despite my running away, God continued to offer comfort, guidance, and reassurance that our suffering would not be in vain.

In those seasons of indecision, longing, or waiting, it’s easy to miss the truth

I didn’t know why this was happening, but God did. Looking back, I see how He turned my deepest pain into unexpected blessings.

We become spectacular new creations of hope through our brokenness—a stain-glass of imperfection, reflecting hope in Jesus Christ.