Sometimes I think about sitting across from the older version of me. The healed me. The wiser me. The me who survived what I thought would break me. I wonder what she would say. Would she smile softly and tell me to stop carrying things that were never mine to hold. Would she remind me that not every thought deserved agreement? Not every feeling deserved authority. Not every wound deserved a permanent home. I think she would tell me that healing was slower than I wanted,

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

I had a deep revelation today. Someone said that when a child grows up being criticized, eventually that criticism becomes her inner voice. I just sat there. Then the tears came. Because I realized… Kim has been Kim’s biggest critic. I’ve spent so much of my life encouraging people. Praising them. Uplifting them. Exhorting them. Loving them. Believing in them. Calling out the good in them. As I sat with the Lord today, I wondered if part of the reason is because those were t

There was a time holidays would completely expose me. Not every year. But the years where 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 to h

The other day I was praying in a group, and something unusual happened. I felt insecure. That caught my attention because prayer has never really been an area where I struggled. I’ve had people tell me they were intimidated to pray with me because I pray with authority. But this time was different. I was grieving. I was hurting. I felt fragile. And afterward, I found myself comparing. Comparing my weakness to someone else’s strength. Comparing my suffering to someone else’s v

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 humble. Because humble people see differently. They see people the way God sees them. Not as projects, problems, or labels. But as sons and daughters

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. For things I did not know. Things I should have done. Things I wish I handled diff