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Faith Doesn’t Mean Being Passive
One of the most misunderstood ideas in faith is the belief that trusting God means doing nothing—that faith requires shrinking yourself, silencing yourself, or enduring whatever circumstances you’re handed. For a long time, I believed that. I thought faith meant staying still no matter how uncomfortable things became. I told myself that if I asked…
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Navigating Christmas When Joy Feels Distant
I walked into church on Sunday, and one of the greeters asked me, “Are you ready for Christmas?” I paused. Ready? Not really. I told them I had mixed feelings. Because this year, Christmas doesn’t feel simple, joyful, or easy. The truth is, I lost the life I had in Texas. I’m living with family,…
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Not Yet: Embracing the Middle Space
There’s a quiet ache that comes with being in-between — not who you once were, not exactly where you want to be, and not yet who you’re becoming and not yet where you hope to arrive. It’s that space where you’ve outgrown old versions of yourself, old patterns, even old relationships… but the new version…
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The Summer I Learned the Power of Silence
Last weekend, I went for a hike by myself. My daughter had planned to come along, but when she couldn’t get up that morning, I decided to go anyway. It turned out to be exactly what I needed. With no conversation to fill the air, I was able to hear from God in a way…
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Young Mom Chronicles: Growing Together with My Daughter
Reflections on starting motherhood at 20 and learning to grow up side by side I didn’t just raise my daughter. I’ve grown up with her. I was 20 when I found out I was pregnant. I didn’t feel ready, but I knew I wanted to be better—for her, and for myself. What I didn’t know…
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Stretching My Manager Muscles: Learning to Lead Myself First
When most people hear the word “manager,” they think of job titles, corporate offices, or leading a team. But lately, I’ve been learning something powerful: Before you can manage others, you have to learn to manage yourself. This season of life—full of transitions, healing, and self-discovery, has stretched what I call my “manager muscles.” But…
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We Don’t Let Any Man Talk to Us Like That — Not Even Our Dads
I went to the coffee shop last week to get work done and give my daughter space to process what had just surfaced in therapy. It was heavy. She had just realized, with the help of her therapist, how deeply her dad’s behavior affects her — how he makes her feel bad when she doesn’t…
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The Soft Girl Era That Saved Me After Years of Just Surviving
How Pretty Princess Pilates, Somatic Healing, and Breathwork Helped Me “Did you lose weight?” That’s what my friends notice first. And yeah, I do feel lighter—but not so much in my jeans. For me, it’s more like… less bloated, more breathing room. I feel lighter in my belly, in my breath, in how I carry…
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Running on Empty: Refueling Spiritually
When life runs dry, grace still flows. These past few weeks, I’ve felt like I’ve been running on fumes. Between trying to fix my car, caring for my elderly dog, working as a contract writer, staying on top of my health, and navigating a court situation with my child’s father—I’ve been stretched thin. Spiritually. Emotionally.…
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What I Buried With My Grandmother
For my grandmother, whose fire lives on in me. I know she would have wanted me to speak my truth. And I’ll keep doing just that. En memoria de mi abuela—quien me enseñó a ser fuerte, valiente, atrevida y auténtica. When we buried my grandmother, I didn’t just say goodbye to her—I said goodbye to…
Mommy Finger, Baby Finger
My idea of a family didn’t go as planned—but that’s ok. This is where I share our messy, real, and love-filled story.
Mommy Finger, Baby Finger is a place of honesty, love, healing, and faith.
It’s the story of me and Ali.
Mommy Finger, Baby Finger 