As a mama and ministry director, I know life can be messy, beautiful, and full of grace. This space is all about finding joy in the middle of it all—leading with love, leaning on faith, and celebrating the little moments along the way.
At the beginning of this year, I very intentionally did not choose a word. No theme. No carefully selected word to put at the top of my journal. No declaration of what 2026 was going to become. I actually wrote about it. I was entering this year with open hands, and choosing a word felt a little too much like trying to name something God hadn’t revealed yet. I didn’t know what this year would hold. I didn’t know what God would ask of me, what would change, what would grow, or
Dear younger me, You're writing in notebooks no one else will ever read. You're filling journals with prayers, questions, dreams, and pages that feel far too ordinary to matter. You wonder if anyone would ever care about the stories running through your head, and if they did, whether you'd ever be brave enough to let them read them. So let me tell you something from a few years down the road. Keep writing. Not every sentence will be brilliant. Not every story will change some
There’s a lot of conversation about learning to let people go. About accepting that some friendships are only meant for a season. About recognizing when someone has served their purpose in your story and trusting God enough to release what no longer fits. And I think there’s wisdom in that. Some people really are seasonal. But I think we need to talk more about the other side of it, too. The people God gives us later. The friendships you didn’t grow up with. The people who we
