Letter to my dad, my abuser.

Let your kids see you run to Jesus in the middle of the pain. You’re showing them what it means to be held by a God who never lets go.

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

Maybe you’ve found yourself here because you’re searching. Maybe life feels heavy, confusing, or even just a little empty.

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

Jesus showed us the greatest act of love when He gave His life for us. But in the everyday moments of parenting, marriage, friendships....