Season of Healing

Hey Ya’ll, (insert native Texan accent)

It’s been a while! 

A LOT has happened since I was last active here. A whole life it feels like has been lived. 

Speaking of, a new life has been joyfully added to our family, a sweet little boy. 

I have been taking a (much needed) break from the ins and outs that comes from being a writer and public speaker. After my She is Worthy Women’s Conference, which (pause), can I just take a moment to Praise God? Over one hundred women graced us with their presence at that event. God moved in unimaginable ways, and it was such a beautiful time together full of vulnerable moments and tender worship of our Heavenly Father. 

However, after that life changing conference, I felt approval from the Lord to simply rest. To take the mantle off (briefly not permanently) from serving women's ministry, And to don the most important mantle, that of serving my family. 

Because let’s be honest, being a wife and mom will always be my most coveted position in life. 

This past season has been a precious one. There has been lots of change, immense growth, and a whole lot of Jesus. He has faithfully weathered the storms with us, and guided us back towards calm waters.

Now with 2026 freshly here, I feel the soil of my soul has been freshly plowed and is ready for new seeds to be planted. 

This post is as much for me, as it is for you. It’s a call to the responsibility that God has given me to keep writing. To keep sharing the impactful insight that our faithful Heavenly Father blesses me with in hopes that just one person can be touched and turn their hearts more fully to God. 

So, what have I learned in this “off” season? 

Rest is Holy. 

I know we have all likely been told this on multiple occasions, but I don’t know if we have truly allowed this simple yet profound fact to truly register in our overstimulated brains. 

We live in a productive society. Everything is always go-go-go. 

I find that many women (and men) feel a sense of guilt if they are doing something that is not somehow furthering them in life. And I’m really the pot calling the kettle black here because I still feel antsy if I sit on the couch and I'm not simultaneously folding laundry or answering emails. It almost feels wrong to just be… still. 

This could likely stem from our homes of origin and the habits that were instilled in us as young children. But this inability to truly be still and rest is also a learned trait, because society makes it seem wrong or selfish to just not do. To not host that Christmas Party. To not go black friday shopping. To not make birthdays some massive pinterest worthy spectacle when in reality all our children need is our calming and joy-filled presence. 

Presence: that’s the key-word of this whole ramble. 

To learn to be present in the moment. To take the time to notice the branches swaying in the breeze. To shut down the endless chatter from your phone notifications and see if you can find shapes in the fluffy white clouds in the sky. To truly stop and smell the wildflowers blooming along the walking trail. 

To stop organizing the children’s playroom/bedroom and just sit in the moment of your kids smiling and laughing together. To find the joy in observing their creativity as they imagine fun games. To dance around the living room with your daughter instead of loading the dishes for the millionth time.

I have not become perfect at this seemingly simple sentiment. I am a planner at heart and being productive is basically my life motto. 

That’s kinda sad to admit out loud, isn’t it?

However, I have learned from my husband that the to-do list will always be there. It will never truly end, or be completed. However these moments with our children will. 

They won’t always ask me to read another book or to cuddle for five minutes longer. I likely won’t always hold this special and coveted place in their eyes where I am their favorite person, who they delight in spending all their time with. 

One day I will have to truly share these precious babies of mine with the world. With teachers and bosses and eventual spouses. And I know I will find the joy in that passing of the baton and the pleasure that comes from the changing of the seasons. 

But in this season, right here right now, the most important job I have is on the home front. To disciple, love, and gently nurture the little hearts that God has entrusted me with. 

So that is where I have been this past season, and that is where I will continue to show up 100% for. 

God called me to a season of rest, and I have immense gratitude for that opportunity. However, just like 2025 is no longer here, and 2026 has begun. My season of simply being has come to an end. The Lord is encouraging me to “get back at it”. 

To open myself, my life, and my heart back up to writing, speaking, and candidly sharing with you all. 

This is not necessarily an easy transition for me. I have found the older I have gotten the more private I have become. I like to keep my life to myself. I would love to live off-grid. 

I’ll even confess… sometimes I yearn to have a complete digital detox, meaning that I would have zero online footprint. 

Alas, that would be living in complete disobedience to what Papa God has asked me to do with the life He has gifted me with. 

So here I am, humbly back at it. 

For God has not given us a spirit of fear and timidity, but of power, love, and self-discipline.

2 Timothy 1:7

It’s funny how God calls us to do things that directly challenge what we are most comfortable with. 

I reckon that’s one of the ways we know it’s truly from the Lord. Because our flesh is selfish, we are creatures of comfort through and through. 

So here I am Lord. Publicly answering the call. 

Use me.