Sometimes we believe God only sees the broken pieces. The parts we wish were different. The habits we’re still fighting. The insecurities we try to outgrow. And when we believe that’s all He sees, we start hiding — from Him and from others. We become performative. A little more religious. Sometimes more judgmental. Sometimes more isolated. If we believe He only sees the fractured parts, then we feel the need to manage the image. But that isn’t what His grace does. I have to r

I remember the first time someone said to me, “I prayed for you this morning.” Those words carried a weight I couldn’t quite explain. Prayer has always been something sacred to me, but I’ve been on a journey of truly understanding how and when to pray — for myself and for others .

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