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A Christmas-season reflection on heaviness, love, faith, and being human. There’s something about this time of year that feels heavier than others. Not necessarily in a dramatic way—but in a slow, quiet, deeply emotional way. It’s like the air shifts, time slows, and suddenly I’m more aware of the things I’ve walked through, the wounds Read more
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I’ve spent the past few months writing about healing—about the church hurt, the heartache, the waiting, the moments where God gently showed up and reminded me I wasn’t alone. And all of that is real. All of it is true. But today, I feel the need to pause and be honest about where I am Read more
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It’s a week past the anniversary.Two years down. Five more to go.I meant to write on that day—but maybe I wasn’t ready. Maybe I needed time to let it settle, to feel it instead of force the words. Because the truth is, even though the date has passed, the journey hasn’t. The healing hasn’t. There’s Read more
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Admitting the Pain In 2018, I finally met my match with my mental health. Life became almost unbearable. Even though I grew up in church, believed in the Bible, and followed Jesus with every fiber of my being, I suddenly found myself unable to breathe under the weight of it all. I’d started a new Read more
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Christmas Eve has always carried a quiet magic for me—a time when the hustle of the season seems to pause, even if briefly. This past year, however, that night felt different. I found myself in a place I’d recently started attending—where my mom grew up—surrounded by kind faces and warm hearts. As the soft glow Read more
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On Christmas Eve, I sat quietly in a place I recently started attending—, surrounded by my mom’s memories and the warmth of loving, kind people. It was there, in that stillness, that I felt God speak to me—gently but clearly. It’s time to heal. Be still. For years, I’ve found myself running when a church Read more
The Healing Path 