There Is a Time
"To every thing there is a season, and a time to every purpose under the heaven." — Ecclesiastes 3:1 I've never been someone who loves change. People often say, "Change…
Honest reflections on healing, growth, and becoming the woman God created you to be.
🌿What Am I Allowing to Influence My Heart?
What Am I Allowing to Influence My Heart?The Question Jezebel Left Me WithSometimes I read Scripture looking for someone else.The hero.The villain.The lesson.This time, I found myself.When I opened the…
When I Didn’t Recognize Jesus
This morning, I sat with Luke 24:13–27, expecting to study Scripture. Instead, Scripture studied me. I cried. Not because the story was unfamiliar, but because for the first time I…
🌿When the Lesson Became the Lesson
In Sunday School we completed a worksheet on hypocrisy by matching outward behaviors with hidden heart motives. It seemed like a straightforward exercise... until I realized I wasn't matching the…
Planted Not Buried
There have been seasons when I truly believed life had buried me—through heartbreak, financial struggles, caregiving, unanswered prayers, and dreams that seemed to bloom for everyone else.But God has been…
The Mindful Transition: When Life Is Loud and You’re Still Becoming
I had a plan for this summer. It was a simple plan. A manageable plan. A budget-friendly plan. As a single mother of two, I've become pretty good at estimating what…
Not Everything Needs Fixing… But Your Feet Might 👀
Skincare & Soul | Radiant in Bloom Winter has a way of making us forget about parts of ourselves. We stay covered. Layered. Busy. Surviving. And somewhere between the cold…
🌿When Strength Shows Up Quietly
There are moments in life that remind you how fragile and powerful love can be at the same time. Recently, my son Michael had to go through another hospital stay…
🌿One Step After the Other
I don’t always know where God is taking me. That’s the part I still wrestle with—the not knowing. The absence of a map. The way faith asks me to walk…
🌿Art as a path to Becoming
I didn't always know art would save parts of me I couldn't name. At first. it was just something I did to breathe. To process. TO make sense of emotions…