When I think of restoring, I think of mending, making fresh, and reinventing. I think of hope — and hope, to me, is the anchor that keeps my heart steady when I’m believing God to restore a relationship. Hope says, “It’s not over.” Hope whispers, “Try again.” Hope reminds me that God’s hand is still working, even when hearts are hurting. Because hope is what gives me faith for the future — in any friendship, family bond, or relationship that’s been stretched thin. And I’ve le

Maybe it’s time to confess—sometimes we forget. We forget because our encounter with Jesus was real. It was life-changing and powerful. It was personal, intentional, and intimate. Because of this, we can slowly—often unintentionally—begin to treat our experience as the standard instead of a testament. But our encounter with Him was never meant to become the measure of His glory. God Meets Us Differently God meets people in wildly different ways. Different rooms. Different pra

There was a time I questioned whether God could use someone like me—someone still healing, still learning, still figuring out how to be consistent in prayer, still navigating emotions that didn’t always feel holy. I thought weakness disqualified me. I thought vulnerability made me less valuable. I thought influence required perfection. But then I remembered the moment my foster mom shared her testimony with me—a story filled with trauma, truth, and triumph. She didn’t come