writing
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December has felt like the month where everything I prayed for started unfolding, not perfectly and not all at once, but enough to remind me that God really does hear. After a long season of unemployment and feeling like I had lost myself, I’m back at work again, learning how to live inside a promise
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It’s been seven months of unemployment, and I’m exhausted in ways I can’t always name. Exhausted from hoping, applying, waiting, and from waking up every day to face the same uncertainty. Everyone keeps encouraging me to go outside. “Take a walk,” they say. “It’ll make you feel better. Clear your head.” But how do I
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This year, my birthday felt like any other day. No grand celebration, no big surprises, just me, in my house, doing my best to be grateful. I turned 34 in a season of unemployment, so my mind was elsewhere. Instead of thinking about cake or plans, I was thinking about applications, interviews, and waiting, waiting
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I’ve never appreciated living in my apartment more than I have over the past five months. The last time I was unemployed and waiting for a job breakthrough, I loathed my living situation. That apartment was tiny. The kitchen felt like a corridor, the environment was noisy and dusty, and the bathroom, combined with the
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I’ve always believed in the importance of loving what you do. For as long as I can remember, reading books has been a source of joy for me, starting when I was around eight years old. Fiction, in particular, captivated me—transporting me to exciting new worlds full of adventure. I devoured everything from the Sweet

