If you asked me what the best part of my life is, I wouldn’t need to think twice. It’s my little family. Always. They are my safe place, my joy, my reason to keep going on the hard days. No matter where life takes me or what we go through, they are the part of my story I will treasure forever.

When the shadows once pressed in and suicidal thoughts whispered their lies, my dearest husband and sons became the anchor that kept me from drifting away. They gave me a reason to keep fighting when my own hope felt too thin to hold on to. And when I broke, they stood close enough to hear the cracks, to hold me through the fireball of pain, and to believe with me for the healing I was desperate for.

By God’s grace, I have come a long way since those rock-bottom days, though the journey is still unfolding. Today, my circle is wider — my boys and the precious daughter-in-law who has joined our family make my heart brim with joy. Their laughter fills the rooms that once echoed with silence, and their love reminds me that life can be redeemed.

Yet, above all, I am grateful that Christ has been with me through it all — every tear, every prayer, every small step forward. He is faithful to complete the work He began in me.

📖 "Being confident of this very thing, that He who has begun a good work in you will complete it until the day of Jesus Christ." — Philippians 1:6 (NKJV)

💡Reflection:

• Who are the people God has used to anchor you in your storms? 🤔

• What moments with them would you like to treasure more intentionally? 🤔

• How have you seen Christ’s hand weaving restoration in your family story? 🤔

🙌Prayer:

Lord Jesus, thank You for my family, for the love that keeps me anchored, and for the hope that never runs dry in You. Thank You for walking with me through the darkest valleys and for bringing me into places of light and laughter again. Continue to heal what is still tender, and make my life a testimony of Your unfailing faithfulness. In Jesus’ Name, Amen.