Dented But Not Defeated

Stress has a way of telling on us. It shows up when life gets heavy, when responsibilities pile up, and when the expectations—ours and everyone else’s—start pressing in. But here’s the thing I’ve learned the hard way: stress isn’t always about what’s on my plate. Often, it’s about who I believe is responsible for holding it all together. When I’m trying to manage everything in my own strength, stress runs the show. When I release control and trust God with the outcome, peace

I was raising a daughter, leading at work, and praying my way through exhaustion while everything felt shaky. I didn’t become strong because life was kind to me; I became strong because I didn’t have the luxury of falling apart. Single motherhood, leadership, faith, and responsibility collided head-on, and by the grace of God, I stayed standing. Not untouched. Not unscarred. But still here—faithful, gritty, and moving forward. I’m a single mom. A working mom. A woman who led