I was writing a birthday message to my daughter when I typed these words: “The place you hold in my heart is unmatched.” Then I laughed. Not because it wasn’t true. Because it is. But it also made me realize something. When someone holds that much of your heart, they also have the ability to break it. That’s the risk of loving deeply. As parents, we know that feeling. Our children can bring us our greatest joy and our deepest sorrow. A phone call can make us celebrate, or it

There was a time holidays would completely expose me. Not every year. But the years when brokenness spoke louder than love. Holidays were and still can be exhausting internally. I realize now it was not always reality. It was the lens I was seeing through. Every interaction felt loaded. Every emotion became a question. Am I accepted? Am I loved? Did I do something wrong? I lived under so much pressure. Pressure to get motherhood right. Pressure for perfection. Pressure

The longer I walk with God, the more I realize I don't need a measuring stick for other people. I need one for myself. Because the places where I struggle to give grace often reveal the places where I still need grace. Jesus said to remove the beam from our own eye first. Not because He wanted us blind. But because He wanted us to see clearly. Because humble people see differently. They see people the way God sees them. Not as projects, problems, or labels. But as sons

Yesterday I heard something that stopped me. "You do not give yourself grace." I did not argue with it. I did not brush it off. I just let it sit in the back of my mind. And I kept thinking about it. Because I know grace. I write about grace. I give grace pretty freely. But later, when I checked myself, I realized something uncomfortable. It was true. Guilt has a way of speaking. Regret does too. Things I did not know. Things I should have done. Things I wish I had