True belonging means knowing that our core identity is being deeply loved and chosen by God. This unwavering truth, not circumstances, is the foundation of my story: I truly belong because of Him.    This week marks one year since my dad went home to be with Jesus. Reflecting on this year of profound transition, I see how much it stretched and transformed me. Letting go of my roles as daughter and caregiver began a deeper journey. I started to rediscover who God created

"I'm not sure I can handle waiting anymore," I screamed out into the empty void. I was in major frustration and had paralyzing fear concerning my singleness as I approached my mid-century. Honestly, I had lost all hope. I have been waiting on God for a husband for almost three decades. I had started to feel that my dream of walking down the aisle was slipping away, along with all the promises God had given me for marriage.

For years, I grappled with the profound grief of infertility, often feeling adrift in a sea of despair. In those darkest times, I stumbled upon the transformative power of poetry woven into songs—each lyric a beacon of hope that reignited my spirit and drew me closer to Jesus. One pivotal moment that forever changed my perspective came when I discovered a pastor on YouTube who boldly urged barren women to celebrate their journeys. His words pierced through my sorrow, ignit

One afternoon, earlier this year, I received a text from my youngest daughter. She shared that she had decided to pursue a relationship with the Lord. A relationship that was hers, based on her decision alone and not because of anything I have said or because of my relationship with the Lord.

Our first daughter came into the world through pain and difficulty — a foreshadowing of the journey ahead. As the years unfolded, it became clear we were navigating a path we never anticipated: Kait's silent, often unreachable world of profound autism.

Thanksgiving night 2017 was a night that changed the course of my life. I was at my father’s house, and everyone had gone to bed after a wonderful day celebrating Thanksgiving together. The house was quiet, and everyone was asleep. I lay in my bed talking to the Lord about my future husband.  At this point, I had been divorced for three years and was desperately seeking a husband. In the still of the night, the Lord gave me the first and last name of my husband to be.  I didn