09/12/2026
Five weeks ago, I stood inside All Children’s Hospital wondering how much one moment was going to change our lives.
My 16-year-old daughter and 11-year-old son had just been in a serious car accident. Both were rushed to the hospital, and we had no idea what recovery would look like or how different life might be on the other side.
Today, they are walking.
Healing.
Laughing.
Living.
I still keep the hospital band from our 24-hour hospital stay in my car. The people who cared for us there were nothing short of angels.
I don’t keep it there to stay connected to the fear of that day. I keep it as a quiet reminder of how quickly life can shift, how precious the ordinary really is, and how much can change in a single moment.
Last night at Her Night at CoastLife Church , I was reminded of the image of a tapestry, and I haven’t been able to stop thinking about it.
Grateful for Tracy Keene and Heidi Hildreth Warman for creating such a meaningful space. And the energy from Laydi Ritchie was undeniable. Some people carry something that lingers long after the room clears.
When you’re underneath a tapestry, all you see are loose threads, knots, and pieces that don’t seem to make sense.
But from another perspective, something is being formed.
That feels a lot like healing.
There are experiences that divide life into before and after. Healing is not always about getting back to who we were. Sometimes it is learning how to live inside a story we never expected.
Allowing grief and gratitude to exist together.
Allowing our understanding to widen.
Allowing ourselves to believe that something meaningful can still be formed from what once felt impossible.
For me, faith is part of that meaning-making. It reminds me that God can meet us in the places we never would have chosen, and that purpose, beauty, and redemption can still exist even when the full picture is hidden.
Five weeks ago, I could only see the threads.
Today, I’m beginning to see that something is being woven. 🤍