Every day, I have to choose: Will I dwell on the hurt, or will I lean into Jesus and His healing?

Our kids need us to love them, not change them. They are beautifully, and wonderfully made, exactly as they are.

Hand those pieces of brokenness to Jesus, Mama... He won’t just hold them—He will heal them.

Motherhood has made me realize just how little control I actually have. That realization has been completely terrifying.

God, if You are real, hold my hand through this.

Boundaries are not about giving up on people. They are about acknowledging that you are not their savior.

She sees herself through my eyes now, twirling with confidence. One day, she'll see herself through His—knowing she is wonderfully made.

*Trigger Warning: This post is about sexual abuse and trauma* It is REAL and RAW.*