The Strength Journal

Every December, the same phrase starts floating around like glitter tossed in the air: “New Year, New Me.” It shows up in captions, resolutions, vision boards, and conversations about wiping the slate clean. And while the intention behind it is hopeful, motivating, and full of possibility…it’s also misleading. Because for something to be new,  it means it never existed before. And you? You’ve been here all along......growing, learning, breaking, rebuilding, and becoming. So n

Raising Children Who Listen, Speak, and Lead With Love When you grow up in a strict household, respect is drilled into you early but often through fear: Fear of punishment. Fear of disappointing your parents. Fear of speaking up and being misunderstood. As adults, many of us are now trying to parent differently, to raise children who understand respect instead of fearing it. The challenge? Teaching boundaries and accountability while giving our kids the freedom to express the

Let’s be honest, stepping into the unknown can be terrifying. Whether it’s leaving a job, starting a business, speaking your truth, or simply choosing yourself for the first time; that leap of faith looks beautiful on the outside but often feels messy and uncertain on the inside. People will tell you, “If you really trust God, you shouldn’t be afraid.” But that’s not true. Because being scared doesn’t mean you lack faith. It just means you’re human. Faith and Fear Can Coexist

There’s a quiet tension that shows up this time of year, a tug-of-war between gratitude and grief. Between the smiles we’re expected to give and the heaviness we quietly carry. Between the “thank you, God” and the “why did this have to happen?” And if you’re in a season where you’re trying to hold both…you’re not alone. We don’t talk enough about what it feels like to be grateful while your heart is still breaking. To say “I’m blessed” while still feeling a deep, aching loss.

There are few things more painful than betrayal by someone you love. Whether it’s a marriage or a relationship still finding its roots, infidelity cracks something open. It leaves you standing in the wreckage of what you thought  was real and facing a flood of impossible questions: Do I stay or do I go? What about the kids? We’ve been together so long…does that mean something? It was just a kiss but why does it still hurt like this? Can I ever trust them again? Can I trust my

A Reflection on the Unique Struggle Women Face in Building and Maintaining Sisterhood When you look at a lot of men, it seems simple: They’ll have the same core group of friends for decades. The same inside jokes from high school. The same fishing buddies, basketball crew, or Friday-night regulars. But for many women, friendship can feel more fragile, easier to gain, but harder to sustain. The Silent Struggle It’s not that women don’t value friendship, if anything, we often c

From the time we’re young, we’re told a well-meaning but deeply flawed lesson: “Be the bigger person.” On the surface, it sounds noble: take the high road, don’t stoop to their level, rise above the mess. But when you really unpack it, you start to see the cracks. Why is the responsibility for peace always handed to the one who was wronged? Why do we comfort the villain by telling the wounded to “let it go”? Why do we keep asking people to swallow their pain for the sake of “

A Gentle Reflection on the Loss of a Child ⚠️ A gentle disclaimer: This blog speaks to the deeply personal and painful journey of losing a child, whether through miscarriage, stillbirth, or the unthinkable heartbreak of outliving your son or daughter. If this topic is sensitive or triggering for you, please honor your heart. Come back if/when you're ready. You are loved either way. There are few wounds more soul-deep than the loss of a child. Whether it’s a baby whose heartbe

For most of my life, I wore my structure like armor. Color-coded calendars. To-do lists with sublists. Outfits planned down to the shoes.....days in advance. I was always two steps ahead, just in case life tried to throw me off track. I was a textbook A-type. Organized. Driven. High-functioning. And I clung to structure because somewhere along the way, I was taught that control equals safety. That if I could manage all the details, I could minimize the chaos. But life? Life d

No one ever talks about this part, the side of the story that comes after the mistake. Not the drama, not the discovery, not the damage control but the quiet that comes once the dust settles and you’re forced to face what you’ve done. This isn’t a justification piece. This is about the reckoning, the space where self-reflection meets shame, where love meets loss, and where accountability has nowhere left to hide. Because being the one who broke trust comes with its own kind

Trusting the Timing When It Feels Like You’re Being Left Behind There’s a particular ache that comes with watching life happen for...

It shows up in the moments no one sees. After the presentation. Before the client call. In the silence after your kids are finally asleep...

You are meant for more than just making it through the day. Maybe your mornings start in chaos. Maybe your body aches from exhaustion....

A Reflection on Losing Parents, Carrying Legacy, and Loving Through the Next Generation Nothing prepares you for the moment your parents...

Love, Accountability, and Knowing When to Step Back We love the phrase “I am my sister’s keeper.” It’s powerful. It’s rooted in loyalty,...

Breaking the Cycle Without Breaking the Values I grew up in a household where discipline came first, ALWAYS! The rules were clear. The...

It starts quietly . You’re doing your best. Moving through your day. Handling what needs to be handled. And then you look to the left....

We love to celebrate love. The engagement photos, the wedding vows, the anniversary posts with matching outfits and glowing smiles. We...

Growing up, many of us were taught that loyalty is everything. We were taught to hold on, to family, to friends, to relationships, no...

In a recent blog, I opened up about the struggle of accepting help as a mother — the quiet tug-of-war between wanting a break and feeling...