The Day Everything Changed
Some days stay with you forever—not because they were perfect, but because they split your story into a “before” and an “after.” For me, it was the afternoon I stood…
When Faith Carried Me
I didn’t always know how to pray. Sometimes it sounded more like a groan, a whisper, or just silence. But God heard it all anyway. Looking back, I can see…
Kitchen Table Conversations
The kitchen table has always been where life happened. Homework, hard talks, Sunday pancakes, late-night tears. It’s also where my story finds its way onto paper now. I light a…
Letters I Never Sent
I used to write letters in my head—to people I lost, to the woman I used to be, to the God I wasn’t sure was still listening. For years, they…
Tattered Journals, Treasured Words
I found one of my old journals in a dusty box last week. The cover’s torn, the pages curled—but inside? Gold. Pages full of heartache, hope, and the kind of…
I Remember Mama’s Hands
They were always busy—folding towels, stirring gravy, mending seams. But they were also gentle, always ready to hold mine when I needed steadying. I didn’t realize how much they taught…
Finding My Voice
For most of my life, I told everyone else’s stories—raised a family, supported friends, helped wherever I could. But somewhere along the way, I forgot how to hear my own…
The Little House with the Green Door
There was a tiny house we lived in when the kids were small. The paint peeled. The porch slanted. But oh, the memories made inside. Sometimes I dream of that…
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