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.
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.
Hiding (like an Easter Egg)
I almost didn’t go to church on Easter. But something in me said go. This is what it felt like to sit in the back row and realize—I’m hiding.