A day will come when the story inside you will want to breathe on its own. That's when you'll start writing. - Sarah Noffke
In the span of a single breath, my entire existence was upended, the familiar rhythm of the past 24 years abruptly altered. It all hinged on those five unforgettable words: "I'm sorry, ma'am, he's gone." In that fleeting moment, the weight of the word I dreaded most settled upon me - widow.
This blog serves as a testament to my journey of self-discovery amidst the chaos of this new reality. It's messy, it's genuine, it's unfiltered. This life, it's God's narrative, and I'm humbled to be entrusted with sharing it - a tale of His boundless love, His relentless redemption, transforming even the darkest chapters of our existence into a purpose that magnifies His glory.
Here, I'm committed to baring it all - the messy, the raw, the authentic - in the hope that it may offer solace and healing to others walking similar paths.