As a single mother, I’ve cried more nights than I can count, trying to be strong enough to carry the weight of it all. I’ve done everything I can to protect my daughter from the pain I’ve been feeling. Yet even in the tough moments, God has kept us. Things are not perfect, but we are covered. That’s the space I call “the gray area.” I’m not at rock bottom, but I’m not in a place of ease either. I’m in the middle — still believing, still struggling, still growing, still trusting. It’s messy and real, and it has forced me to lean on God in a way I never have before. 

I fall short sometimes, but I’m doing my best to stay grounded in God’s Word and allow Him to move in my life in ways only He can. The truth is, without Him, I wouldn’t have made it this far.