Can I be honest? The first time I went on a date after losing Chris, I realized something almost immediately—I didn’t know how to date anymore. Not because I’d forgotten how to have a conversation or enjoy spending time with someone, but because I had never dated as this version of me. The woman who got married at twenty-one was very different from the woman sitting across from someone new over a decade later. Life had changed me. Grief had changed me. Motherhood had changed me. Healing had...

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 girl, I didn’t...

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 realize was that God...