When life knocks you down, God lifts you up.
I didn’t think I’d have to start over again. Not like this. Not with a hacked account, stolen money, unpaid rent, empty cupboards, and a heart so heavy it felt like it could split in two. But here I am. And even here… God is with me. There’s nothing that prepares you for the weight of being a mom when the money runs out and the fridge is bare. Nothing prepares you for the storm that hits when the kids are sick all at once, coughing through the night while you pray for strength just to keep standing. And then there's the marriage — the one that tries your patience, stretches your forgiveness, and reminds you that love isn't always soft and easy, but often gritty and grace-filled. And me? I’m not the hero in this story. I’m the sinner who sometimes runs from God instead of to Him. The one who, in weariness, questions. The one who forgets the promises. The one who tries to carry burdens I was never meant to hold. But even when I stumble — even when I let go — God never lets go of ...