When I was little, I loved fairy tales. I don’t remember believing in magic as much as I believed in the ending. I believed that if someone had endured enough hardship, if they stayed kind, remained hopeful, and kept believing, eventually everything would work out. The pain would make sense. The broken pieces would come back together. The family would be restored. Love would win. The words “happily ever after” would somehow make every difficult chapter worth it. As a little

One year ago, I released my first book, Birthing Purpose. At the time, I thought I was writing a book about grief, healing, faith, and finding purpose after devastating loss. I thought I was sharing the story of a young widow who was seven months pregnant when her husband unexpectedly passed away. I thought I was documenting the lessons God taught me while learning to navigate motherhood, ministry, and life after everything I had planned suddenly changed. What I didn’t realiz

Can I be honest? I wasn’t always a willing participant in the life God allowed me to live. If I could have written my own story, it would have looked very different. There are chapters of my life that I never would have chosen, prayers I wish had been answered differently, and expereinces I would undo in a heartbeat if I could. Sometimes people look at my life today and assume that I’ve somehow become comfortable with the pain that shaped me. They see my smile and the joy tha