THOUGHTS

hey God, it’s me again…

A new year prayer for anyone who doesn’t have it all figured out. A reflection on trust, surrender, and meeting God exactly where you are.
rest?

hey, it’s me again.writing from the middle. for a long time, i thought rest was something you earned. something that came afterafter the workafter the effortafter proving you were disciplined enough. if i finished the list, i could rest.if i didn’t —i felt like i failed. not just tired.not just behind. like i was the…
circle back

A brief note from the strange, liminal week between Christmas and the new year — when time has no meaning and productivity is a suggestion.
Christmas Eve, and the Honor of Being the One

A quiet Christmas Eve reflection on childhood wonder, motherhood, and the honor of creating meaningful holiday moments through presence, connection, and love.
big + small

Some connections don’t grow through time. They grow through truth. This is a reflection on learning a new kind of closeness, and what it means to be seen without being rushed.
the cost of clarity

Clarity doesn’t always arrive as relief. Sometimes it dismantles what you worked hard to hold together. This is about discernment, grief, and the quiet strength it takes to live in alignment — even when clarity costs more than you expected.
note

I’m learning that rushing feels productive, but noticing feels holy.
breakthrough?

i kept thinking i needed a breakthrough. turns out i just needed a nap.
fifteen years

Fifteen years ago, I became a mother before I fully knew who I was. We grew up together — through fear, love, and a lot of figuring it out — and somehow, he became the best part of me.
versions

there’s a version of me that used to explain everything. she was very tired. i’m letting her rest.