💌 Post:
If you’re grieving, this is for you.
If you’re tired of being strong, this is for you.
If you’ve ever wondered how you’ll make it through one more day… this is for you.
This book I’ve written?
These words I’ve shared?
They come from the deepest places of my heart—the kind of places only grief can reach.
I wrote this story with trembling hands. I poured out every tear I didn’t know I still had. I revisited the moments that broke me and laid them bare, not because I wanted to relive them, but because I knew someone else needed to see the truth:
💬 You are not alone in your pain. And you are not forgotten by God.
I’ve walked through losses that should have buried me. The loss of my son. My husband. My mother. I’ve lived in silence. I’ve screamed in private. I’ve prayed prayers that were more sobs than words.
But here I am.
Still standing.
Still healing.
Still believing that my story—and yours—matters.
If you’re reading this, I believe it’s on purpose. I believe God brought you here to remind you of something simple but powerful:
You are seen. You are loved. You are still here for a reason.
This isn’t just a book. It’s a message from one heart to another.
And this post?
It’s my hand reaching for yours, saying,
“You don’t have to go through this alone.”
📣 Call to Action:
If this post spoke to you, share it with someone who might need it today. And if you’re looking for a story that will wrap around your spirit like a warm blanket, my latest book is here for you—raw, real, and full of faith.
