A spiritually sensitive little girl, a misunderstood journey, and the healing path that unexpectedly led me back to God.

Life demanded me before I could land. God still met me in the quiet and reminded me I don’t have to respond to everything immediately.

I was standing in Turkey, minding my business, when a woman stopped me. She looked at me with curiosity and courage and asked how I define my curls. The interesting part? I was wearing a wig. But that didn’t matter. What she saw was possibility. What she felt was permission to ask. And I honored that. There was a slight language barrier between us, but something deeper bridged the gap. Understanding doesn’t always come from words—it comes from intention. And she was intentional. She told me...