When Heaven Breaks Your Ribs to Save Your Life There are moments in life when you don’t just feel broken—you feel cracked open. Not by chaos. Not by the enemy. But by the very hands of God. And if you’ve ever felt like your chest was caving in under the weight of truth, healing, or revelation… you might’ve been on the receiving end of divine CPR. But here’s the thing: before God ever lays a hand on your heart, you have to admit something most of us avoid for years—you have a heart...

In 48 hours, my daughter turns 20. No more “teen” attached to her name. Just a young woman, full-grown, wild-hearted, and walking into her own story. And me? I’m feeling everything. Pride, nostalgia, grief, relief… it’s all swirling like one big emotional smoothie. Someone told me tonight, “You’re such a good mom. I strive to be like you.” And whether I fully believe that or not, it stopped me in my tracks. Because I started replaying the last 20 years. We’ve walked through fire. From...

You know… I’ve been sitting with this thought lately: What if most of what we call anger is actually ungrieved pain? I’ve been watching people: families, clients, even believers stay stuck in cycles that all trace back to one quiet thing: They never grieved what died!!! And I don’t just mean death in the physical sense. I mean the death of expectations. The death of childhood innocence. The death of dreams, safety, relationships, opportunities… and nobody ever sat down and said, “God, this...