Letter to my dad, my abuser.

Every day, I have to choose: Will I dwell on the hurt, or will I lean into Jesus and His healing?

Hand those pieces of brokenness to Jesus, Mama... He won’t just hold them—He will heal them.

She sees herself through my eyes now, twirling with confidence. One day, she'll see herself through His—knowing she is wonderfully made.

*Trigger Warning: This post is about sexual abuse and trauma* It is REAL and RAW.*

Establishing boundaries has been one of the most challenging aspects of my motherhood journey.