Healing a Burned Soul

Shalom… and welcome. It has been over 100 posts since I welcomed people so I wanted to jump back. Not just to words on a page, but to something I believe the Lord Himself has breathed into existence. Before anything else is said, let this be clear—this space, these words, this story… none of it belongs to me. Every ounce of it is the Lord’s. Every piece of healing, every moment of endurance, every breath that carried me here is a testimony of His mercy, not my strength. For y

There are parts of your testimony you can tell a thousand times and still never tell the whole story. Not because you are lying, but because some parts of your story live so deep within you that putting them into words means opening doors you have spent years keeping closed. Sharing your testimony takes discernment, because not everyone needs to know everything, every time. I have shared my burn survivor story countless times. I have talked about the fire, the surgeries, the

Sometimes, God will use the sight of someone else's knees hitting the ground to bring you to your own knees in ways you never expected. Sometimes, the breakthrough you have begged God for or the one you did not know you needed does not come through a sermon, a worship song, or even a prayer spoken over you. Sometimes, it comes when you witness someone else's love, and suddenly, you see all the love you had forgotten was there. That is what happened to me. And all it took was