There’s a trait I have carried for years that I never understood until recently: when I’m overwhelmed, i shut down and put up a wall, not because I don’t care but because I have spent my whole life being the strong one. And when you’ve lived in survival mode long enough, vulnerability starts to feel unsafe. This blog is me telling the truth—not just for me, but for every woman who pushes people away even though her heart is begging to be held.

When God asks you to care for the one who hurt you…

For years, I thought I was pouring myself into everyone else-my kids, my husband, my residents, my staff. But if I’m honest, I was surviving more than I was showing up. I was tired, distracted, and trying to fix things on the surface while other parts of my life were falling apart underneath. And yet, God never stopped tugging on my heart, whispering that it’s not over and there’s still more He wants to do through me.

Being strong all the time isn’t the goal anymore. I’m learning to rest, to speak my story out loud, and to let grace do the heavy lifting. Because even when I’m weary and worn out, I’m still loved, still seen, and still called.

When everything around you is changing…

This isn’t just a blog-it’s a sisterhood for the woman who knows she’s meant for more. Maybe you feel behind. Maybe you feel silenced by shame or weariness or self-doubt. Maybe you’re just trying to survive this season you are currently in. If you’re tired, wrestling with your purpose, and ready to rise, welcome home. You are crowned by grace and called by God.