You walk out of that relationship or that church or that job wondering if you are the problem. Wondering if you imagined it. Wondering why, if you prayed hard enough and tried hard enough and gave enough of yourself away, it still ended in rubble.

And when they need us someday, and they often do, we get to show up simply because we love them. Not because we owe it. Not out of guilt or obligation. Just love, freely given.

One of the most painful aspects of hard seasons is that we cannot see them clearly while we are living inside them. We are too close. The grief is too loud. The fear takes up too much space. And so we interpret our circumstances with whatever emotional vocabulary is available to us in that moment, which is usually limited to words like failing, stuck, lost, forgotten.

Love for yourself, first. You cannot pour from an empty vessel. You cannot model healthy relationships for the people watching you, your chi

If you’re coming out of trauma, whether it’s abuse, loss, betrayal, or the kind of slow erosion that happens when you spend years in surviva

Life isn’t only the pieces we can see and the moves we can calculate. There’s an unseen element too, something that defies the formula

The pain of needing distance from people who are supposed to love you unconditionally, and who everyone believes do, is a special grief

Many of us have internalized the idea that feeling good when others feel bad is somehow morally wrong, that joy in the presence of suffering

The only light in all of this hardship, the only thing that has made the difference, has been that I have felt the presence of God.

When I close my eyes and let myself dream without the weight of past disappointments, here’s what I see…I see people loving people.

Some years, Thanksgiving doesn’t arrive wrapped in Norman Rockwell scenes and Instagram-perfect gatherings.

My memoir is about my resilience, my faith, my overcoming spirit. It’s about the person I fought to become. And that person has learned to h

Do you need encouragement and don’t know where to look? I understand that feeling more than you might imagine. I don’t have all the answers,

When you control your own narrative authentically, the gossips lose their ammunition. You’ve already told the truth, on your terms, with the

The question isn’t whether the season is ending. If you’re feeling what you’re feeling, it probably is. The question is whether you’ll have

You don't need to defend your clean slate or prove your transformation to people who are determined to keep you in your past. You don't need to convince anyone that your change is real. You don't need permission to walk in the freedom you've been given.

In the darkness of my cave, pressure and time did their work. Slowly, painfully, beautifully, I began to understand that I couldn't truly love others until I learned to love myself. Not in a selfish, narcissistic way, but in the way God loves me, fully, completely, without conditions or apologies.

You don’t need anyone’s permission to outgrow your limitations. You don’t need a committee’s approval to pursue your calling. You don’t need

Your victory matters. Your growth matters. Your courage matters. And if no one else is noticing, then be the first to stand up and applaud t

The women I’m called to reach are often barely surviving. They don’t need someone shouting at them about their potential, they need someone