Before the first star was set in the heavens, the Living God formed us in His own image. With infinite care, He knit us together in the hidden places of His being (Psalm 139). We were conceived in love before we were ever conceived in flesh. But life has a way of trying to silence that truth.

For me, the voices of abuse and shame twisted my understanding of worth. I grew up believing I was unseen, unloved, and only valuable as a commodity for a man’s desire. Those lies cut deep, and I carried them for many years. Yet even in my darkest nights, Jesus never left my side. He pulled me back from the edge of death more times than I can count. He guarded me when I could not guard myself, whispered my name when I thought I was forgotten, and drew me again and again out of the shadows into His marvelous light.

Looking back, I can see His hand shielding me, protecting the most sacred parts of who I am. None of my story has been wasted. Every scar, every valley, and every tear has become a testimony of His relentless, merciful, and long-suffering love. The poems and posts I share here were born in those valleys—penned in my darkest days, when I felt His nearness most.

They are glimpses into my journey, yes, but they are also more than that. Each poem is a reflection of His grace, a love letter not only to me, but to all of creation. My prayer is that as you read, you will hear His voice speaking to you—that you will see your own story wrapped in His mercy, and remember that His love is for you just as deeply as it is for me.

There is no force in all creation more powerful than the love of Jesus, who gave His life for us. His sacrifice was not obligation—it was passion. We are His beloved, His treasure. And so I invite you into this space.

Let Jesus still your racing thoughts. Let Him bind the broken pieces of your soul. Let Him reveal the truth your spirit has always known: You are, and have always been, His Sacred Beauty.