Come Read My Mess

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The love. The chaos. The everyday moments in between. This is where I share the beautiful, messy ride of raising humans—especially my last little love, Greyson, who’s five now and teaching me daily.

It used to be my therapy. Now it feels like unfinished business. This is me slowly lacing up again—in my head, in my heart, and hopefully on my feet soon.

From broken places to the gentle mending of God’s hand. These posts are the quiet in-between spaces—where healing met faith, and faith carried me through.

My reflections in the quiet, coffee in hand. Sometimes playful, sometimes raw. Always real.