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.
This Is Where It Starts
A few years ago, I believed a lie—that because my life was messy and unresolved, I didn’t get a voice anymore.
This is the moment I decided that wasn’t true—and why I’m starting to share the real, unfiltered parts of my story again.
If You Were Fighting For Me… What Were You Fighting For? (Part 2)
I needed to believe God was fighting for me—that something was happening behind the scenes. But when everything fell apart anyway, I was left wondering what He was actually fighting for.
The Verse I Don’t Know What To Do With Because Nothing Changed (Part 1)
I built a lot on the idea that God would fight for me if I was still —that something would change. But what do you do when you’ve been still… and nothing has? When the thing you believed for doesn’t come, and you don’t know what to do anymore?