She Knows Where Home Is
Posey ran. I chased. Then I finally turned toward home—and she followed. What began as a sweaty, ridiculous morning became a reflection on love, trust, and the place I keep returning to.
When I Couldn’t Understand the Reasons
I love that you were with him when he couldn’t see the reasons.
Get Busy Living, Or Get Busy Dying
My mom fought hard for the life she loved. And when the time came, she found the courage to let go. A year later, I'm remembering the woman she was, the lessons she left me, and what it means to get busy living.
The Planter
I built it. Took it apart. Built it again. Then the Mississippi heat intervened. Somewhere between the lumber and the flowers, I realized the planter was never the point.
Making Room: One Year In Mississippi
A year ago, I left the only state I’d ever called home and moved to Mississippi. I thought I knew why God was leading me here. A year later, I’m realizing that what brought me here isn’t what keeps me here—and that maybe God made room for me so I could learn to make room for others.
When Your Body Catches Up To Your Heart
I thought I was tired. It turns out I was grieving. A reflection on loss, old wounds, unexpected tears, and the night my body finally caught up with my heart.
She Chose Me
Posey wasn’t always sure people were safe.
My boys have spent their entire lives being hugged, kissed, squished, and generally inconvenienced by my affection. Trust came naturally to them. Posey had to learn it.
A reflection on rescue dogs, healing, and how love sometimes looks less like fixing and more like patiently waiting for someone to feel safe enough to rest, trust, and be known.
The Office Glow-Up
What started as “Secondhand Tan,” a college-apartment-meets-corporate-office situation, and a video conference background that nearly broke me became a cozy, collaborative space built around two repurposed lamps, a fake olive tree, and a little Nikol Fung-sway.
Making Room - Part 5: God Made Room For Me
I spent years trying to make room for myself in places I was never meant to fit.
And when He finally led me here—to this home, this peace, this place where I can breathe—I realized He had been making room for me all along.
Making Room - Part 4: I Will Not Fight To Be Seen
I spent years fighting to be seen — in marriage, at work, and in all the places where I thought proving my worth would make me matter more. But some things were never mine to carry.
Making Room - Part 3: Spaces Where You Could Breathe
After my marriage ended, I found myself drawn to houses with light, space, and air — places where you could breathe. What I didn’t realize then was that while I was renovating homes, God was slowly renovating me too.
Making Room - Part 2: The Cage
A lifetime of feeling too much and not enough taught me to shrink myself to fit spaces that were never meant for me. This is about marriage, work, worthiness, and learning that maybe I was never the problem at all.
Making Room - Part 1: The House & The Ghosts
I sold my house to move into his, but moving into his house felt exactly like moving into his house. I didn’t realize then how much space grief, fear, history, and unspoken pain could take up inside a home.
Accountability and Grace
Grace without accountability enables.
Accountability without grace wounds.
Real growth requires both.
Still…I Protect
A quiet confession about the things that don’t let go easily—patterns, instincts, and the tension between what was and what still lingers.
I Thought I Understood What God Was Asking of Me
I remember the certainty more than the moment.
Not because anything dramatic happened—but because I believed I understood what I was being asked to carry.
I heard the words clearly: “I wouldn’t have picked you for this if I didn’t think you could handle it.”
What I didn’t understand then… was what “handle it” would actually require.
And I Am Not
I thought I was searching for answers.
I didn’t realize I had started questioning God.