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I’ve been a little quieter on here lately, and I wanted to share why. 🤍 For so long, I tried to be strong. I kept showing up, kept pushing forward, and did a lot of “fake it until you make it.” I think part of me believed that if I stayed busy enough and kept moving, eventually my heart would catch up. And then it felt like everything I had been holding together came crashing down. So I stopped. I gave myself permission to be present with my family, to take care of myself, to grieve, to pray, and most importantly, to let God work on my heart. And He has. I’m still healing, and I know healing isn’t something that happens overnight. But for the first time in a while, I can feel pieces of myself coming back. I’m starting to feel excited about the future again, and I truly believe I’ll be back here sooner rather than later. But when I come back, I want to come back differently. I know God has given me a story for a reason. I’ve always felt called to share my testimony and His Word, but now that calling feels stronger than ever. I want to share the beautiful moments, but I also want to be honest about the broken ones and about the God who has carried me through every single one of them. I don’t have everything figured out, and I’m not finished healing. Maybe I never have to be completely healed to start sharing what God is doing in my life. For now, I’m still giving myself a little more time to be present with the people I love and continue doing the work my heart needs. But I can feel God preparing me for what’s next. And I think I’ll be back sooner rather than later. 🤍