I had already started feeling flickers of change — less pain, more clarity, small signs that healing was underway.

But something in me still needed answers.
My nurse’s mind couldn’t stop asking, why ...

When I created that vision board, something in the spiritual realm shifted.

Faith had taken form.

And now, it was time for action.

God had shown me the vision — the life of freedom, movement, and j...

There’s a point in every healing journey when faith asks for more.

Not just belief — but vision.

After weeks of soaking in Jump by Steve Harvey, one slow chapter at a time, I began to feel something...

Healing didn’t happen overnight.

It wasn’t a single prayer, a single revelation, or a miraculous morning where everything suddenly got better. It was a long, winding, sacred road — filled with setbac...

I was in my infant daughter’s nursery — the soft glow of the moon spilling across the floor, casting silver light over the crib. My baby was only three months old, small and utterly dependent, her tin...

When I was first diagnosed with multiple sclerosis, I was told what so many others hear:

“There’s no cure. You’ll just have to learn to live with it.”

Those words landed hard. They sounded so final ...