Category Archives: life lessons

Stepping Back Into the Light

I have not written anything for a while, despite my mind drowning in thoughts. Many things happened over the course of September—both personally and in the world—that affected me deeply, hence the silence.

For now, I will keep the personal challenges to myself, as I believe they will form part of my testimony when the time is right.

On a world level, like many, the assassination of Charlie Kirk and the events leading up to and including his memorial stirred something deep in my soul. It forced me to confront how far I have drifted from living a life in step with God. As I sat reflecting, decades of bad choices came rushing back and floored me. Yet, along with the conviction, came urgency—an urgency to realign my life with the Lord.

A Season of Change

October will be a month of fasting, praying, and delving into the Word for guidance, wisdom, and direction. I am done living with one foot in the world—stepping between light and darkness.

I know this decision will bring pain and some loss, but I also believe the gains will far outweigh them.

I will be examining myself and my roles—as a woman in our community, as a mother and wife, and as a partner in our business. Alongside my husband, we will be reassessing how we run our business and rooting all decisions in biblical principles and stewardship.

Expecting Miracles

As I write this, I feel slightly overwhelmed at the thought of unpacking every aspect of my life. Yet I am also deeply excited. I am expecting nothing short of a miracle, and for God to reveal His plans for me, just as He promises in Jeremiah 29:11.

I am determined to make the changes needed so that I can follow Jesus without question or compromise. My prayer is that my children will see what happens when you invite God fully into your life—and that they will choose Him much earlier in theirs than I did.

“For I know the plans I have for you, declares the Lord, plans to prosper you and not to harm you, plans to give you hope and a future.”
— Jeremiah 29:11

Closing Blessing

May the Lord keep us and bless us as we take courageous steps back into His light.

The Backpack

I watched a film over the weekend—one of those tender stories about love, loss, losing and finding yourself again.

There was a particular scene that lingered.
The lead character reconnects with a woman he once loved in high school. They reminisce. He asks if she ever made it to Paris, the city of her dreams.

She smiles, a little sad.
Tells him she bought a backpack—specifically chosen, with little pockets for everything she’d take on her journey. She placed it by her front door, ready to go. But life kept happening. A sick family member. A work emergency. The wrong season.
So the bag sat. Unused. Unmoved.
Eventually, she grew tired of seeing it—tired of being reminded of the thing she never did. So she packed it away at the back of a closet.

It’s still there.
She never saw Paris.

The Dreams We Bury

That moment sat with me.
How many of us have a proverbial backpack waiting by the door?
How often do we tuck our dreams into the back of a closet—not because we can’t chase them, but because the excuses are more comfortable than the unknown?

We say:
“I don’t have the time.”
“I have responsibilities.”
“I’m too old now.”
“I’m scared.”
“I missed my chance.”

And then… decades slip by.
The yearning is still there. But it’s twisted now—threaded with regret, steeped in what-ifs.

But What If It’s Not Too Late?

What if it was never about missed chances?
What if it’s just been about timing?

What if we stopped staring at the closed door of the past, and simply opened a new one?
What if the question became:
Why not now?

Filling Up So I Can Pour Out

What I’ve come to learn is this:
The more I move toward my dreams, the more I can give to others—not in money or material things, but in what truly matters.

Love.
Presence.
Wisdom.
Laughter.
Patience.
Grace.

When I fill my own cup, I have something meaningful to pour.

A Letter to My Younger Self

If I could go back, I’d whisper:

Live, my girl. Really live.
Follow the wild call of your own path.
Stumble, rise, dance barefoot in the small joys.
Don’t be afraid to fail. That’s how the soul finds her rhythm.

The Way Home

The longer you resist your own nature, the harder the return.
But even if you wander for years, the journey is never wasted.

Because once you find your way back—once you arrive in that sacred space where you truly belong—even the hard days feel like home.

“Don’t pack your dreams away. Dust them off. Wear them in.”
— Wild Soul Notes