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I was lying in bed the other night. You know the kind of lying there where your body is still, but your mind is doing laps. Everywhere you look right now, someone is asking the same question: What’s your New Year’s resolution? What are your goals for this year? What are you going after? And I realized something quiet unsettling. I don’t actually want a goal. I want a feeling. I’ve known this for a while, even if I didn’t have words for it yet. For at least the past year, mayb

not a “do it perfectly” challenge. This is a show up anyway challenge. A no excuses challenge. A discipline and softness together challenge. A God and daily life woven together challenge. A becoming the woman I’m proud of challenge.

Feeling uninspired and stuck in a scroll? This post explores the quiet exhaustion of consumption and the joy that returns when you create with your hands, home, and heart. Learn how to trade the fast hit of distraction for the slow rise of joy.

I thought we’d homeschool. I wanted that so badly. But our story has taken a different turn, and peace has been harder to find than I expected. This is a vulnerable reflection on trusting my husband’s leadership, grieving a plan I had to lay down, and finding glimmers of God’s goodness in the ordinary.

I used to believe that if I wasn’t always doing something, I wasn’t enough. But chasing busy was robbing me, and my family, of the magic right in front of us. This is the story of how I started embracing slow mornings, silly moments, and the kind of beautifully boring life that’s actually full of richness. If you’ve ever felt like slowing down means falling behind… this one’s for you.

I thought checking all the boxes would make me feel close to God, until I realized I was performing instead of connecting. This post is for the tired hearts doing “all the right things” but still feeling far away. Let’s talk about messy faith, motherhood, and meeting God in the silence.

Somewhere between pregnancy, postpartum, snack-fetching, and being everyone’s default emotional support human… I misplaced myself. Not in...

We were sharing a bed, a house, a family… But somehow, it felt like we were just roommates who split chores and childcare duties . No...

There’s a version of me I wish didn’t exist: The one who snaps. The one whose voice gets sharp and too loud. The one who walks into the...

There was a season when I couldn’t stand to be in my own kitchen. Not because of the mess (though that was definitely there), but because...