There was a moment in my life when I stood between two intensive care units at once. My mother was dying in one; my daughter was fighting to live in another.
Grief, bills & uncertainty closed in from every side. I was buried under anger, loneliness & bitterness.
But God did not leave me there. He sent a village — not to rescue me, but to stand with me in the dark.
And for nearly thirty years now, I keep picking up my light when I drop it. Now, we build spaces of real connection, where weary hearts can rest and rebuild.
If you’re exhausted … needing to be encouraged, this space is for you.
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