Tag: healing
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Choosing Me
This year, I received a lesson that I didn’t expect… It didn’t come from a trusted loved one. It came through the quiet influence of a new friendship—one that challenged me in ways I didn’t know I needed. For most of my life, I have been someone who gives. I have spent years pouring myself…
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The language of Overfunctioning
I didn’t call it overfunctioning at first. I called it being responsible. Faithful. Capable. I was the one who noticed what needed to be done and quietly did it. I anticipated needs, filled gaps, smoothed edges, carried weight that wasn’t assigned to me—and told myself this was maturity. People relied on me. Things didn’t fall…
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History Doesn’t Pack Easily
I woke up this morning aware of two competing truths before my feet even touched the floor. One was sacred.The other was unavoidable. Today marked our 28th wedding anniversary. That number landed on my chest with weight and familiarity, like a stone I’ve carried for decades—smoothed by time, but still heavy. I lay still for…
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Loneliness Inside Togetherness
There are experiences in life that carve themselves quietly into the soul. Loving someone who keeps their heart far away is one of them. It is not the kind of pain that startles you; it is the kind that settles in slowly, like a fog that refuses to lift. And over time, it shapes the…
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When I miss the Mark
There are days when my heart longs to stand out in this world — not for recognition or applause, but as an image bearer of Christ. I want my words, actions, and demeanor to reflect His grace, His kindness, and His steadfast love. I want people to catch a glimpse of Jesus when they cross…
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The Shards of Woundedness
I’ve learned that when someone refuses to face their pain — when they bury it, deny it, or guard it like it’s something sacred — it doesn’t disappear. It just finds quieter ways to speak. When pain goes unattended to, relationships begin to pay the price. The silence inside becomes the noise between. Without realizing…
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Waiting
There is a quiet ache that settles in when the future feels uncertain — a tender, pulsing space between what was and what will be. I am sitting here, in that in-between. It’s the place of waiting. Of surrender. Of not knowing what comes next, yet trusting that there is a sovereign plan unfolding —…
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I am Okay
It’s been one of the toughest seasons of my life. There have been days I didn’t think I’d make it — when the grief sat too heavy on my chest, when silence screamed louder than words, and when every prayer felt like it vanished into the air before it could reach heaven. I’ve cried in…
Braving Authenticity 