For nearly two years, I’ve poured my heart into this blog—sharing pieces of my healing journey, my faith walk, and the unexpected turns that have shaped my life since being diagnosed with colon cancer. What started as a way to process and connect has grown into something much deeper: a calling to share the full story. So, I’m writing a book. This isn’t just a collection of blog posts. It’s a deeply personal, faith-rooted memoir that weaves together the physical, emotional, and spiritual layers of healing I’ve experienced. From chemo chairs to carrot juice, raw grief to relentless hope, the book will walk readers through the valleys and mountaintops of this path—from diagnosis to divine detours and everything in between. Why write a book? Because stories matter. Putting myself out there has been one of the hardest things I’ve ever done. Every time I share a piece of my heart, I feel that familiar ache of vulnerability—like I’m standing open-handed before the world, unsure how my s...
Every now and then, God places people in our path in the most unexpected places—and sometimes, those people have already played a quiet but powerful role in our story long before we ever meet them. I felt compelled to share one of those moments with you today. It’s a story about a chance meeting, a familiar face, and the importance of telling people the impact they’ve had on your life—especially when they may not even know it. Expressing gratitude, sharing your testimony, and speaking life into others can be a powerful gift—for them and for you. When I look back at the early days of my healing journey, I remember how weak I felt—physically, emotionally, and spiritually. Some days, I didn’t even have the strength to read my Bible. My eyes were tire, and my body needed rest. But even in that quiet stillness, I wanted to fill my mind and heart with truth, with hope, and with praise. That’s when worship music became my lifeline. I would play songs by Bethel Music, Chris Tomlin, MercyM...