06/02/2026
If ChatGPT found my phone…
PART 3
She loved adventure but not necessarily crowds.
She wanted road trips, camp trailers, mountains, beaches, hiking trails, and spontaneous experiences. She was always imagining a life that felt lighter, simpler, and more authentic.
She was funny in ways people might not expect.
A little sarcastic. A little self-deprecating. She could take something painful and somehow find a lesson—or a laugh—hidden inside it.
She cared deeply about women.
Especially women who had forgotten who they were.
Women trapped in toxic relationships. Women carrying shame. Women rebuilding after loss. Women who knew there had to be more to life than simply surviving. She wanted to help them remember their value, their voice, and their strength.
And underneath all of it—beneath the coaching, the faith, the grief, the business plans, the dreams, and the goals—was someone who never stopped becoming.
She wasn’t finished.
She was still writing her story.
In fact, if I found her phone after she was gone, the thing that would stand out most wouldn’t be what she accomplished. It would be what she was reaching toward.
She was reaching toward healing.
Toward truth.
Toward God.
Toward freedom.
Toward becoming the woman she believed she was created to be.
And that’s who she was. ❤️
