the letters —

A person with long, curly hair walks along a path next to a small river in a wooded area during autumn. The path is covered with fallen leaves, and the water level appears high, partially flooding the path.

This is a space for honest vulnerable stories, prayers, and reflections about what it means to heal, obey, and trust God when life breaks you open. I believe God still restores what we’ve lost and makes us forget the pain — not by erasing the past, but by redeeming it.

My hope is that these letters remind you you’re not alone, and that even the hidden places can become altars of mercy.

Come as you are. Let’s grow here, together.