A pair of forgotten ear plugs became an unexpected doorway into stillness. In the middle of sickness, noise, and motherhood, I found a small, sacred hush waiting for me.

Some days my tone slips faster than my heart can catch it — yet even there, God meets me with mercy. Motherhood is slowly teaching me the sacred rhythm of slowing down

Motherhood is a landscape of quiet beauty and shifting seasons. These notes are my attempt to pay attention — to the ache, the light, and the sacred ordinary moments carrying us somewhere holy.