Today, on my knees with tears in my eyes, Jesus gently reminded me I was placed here on purpose.

These past couple of weeks have really tested my faith. Never in God, but humanity. 

Have you ever been late because you took a wrong turn, missed an exit, or got rerouted by construction? It’s frustrating—especially when you’re in a hurry and everything feels out of your control. I used to stress over those moments. Then one day, God gently pressed something on my heart: "worrying is just another way of saying you don't trust where I'm taking you."

Today’s post comes from a tender place, so stay with me.

Today, while talking with a friend, tears streaming down my face, I felt completely defeated. I was sitting in regret, replaying everything in my head: Why did I give? Was I too much? Why am I not worthy of being prioritized? Why can't people be honest with me? Why, why, just so many why's and "was I" were said.

The last few days have been… let’s just say interesting. This season is genuinely beautiful. There is so much to feel grateful for, so much to be happy about. And yet, I’ve felt this quiet fear creeping in.

Five months have passed since I’ve written a single word. Every time I tried to put pen to paper, nothing came out. It wasn’t just the writing that felt forced...I felt forced. Moving through the days, holding my breath, trying to keep life the same even though everything in me knew it wasn’t.

In every story of healing or restoration, there’s always one thing that comes first—faith. The Savior never just steps in out of nowhere. Over and over, He makes it clear: “It’s because of your belief.” His word is filled with moments where miracles happened because someone believed—where power was made manifest because someone had faith. One verse even says it plain: “It was by faith that miracles were wrought.” (Ether 12:16)

I can’t pinpoint the exact day I walked away from God…Or even the little steps I took that led me so far from Him.But I do remember how lost I felt when I was away.

I want you to take a moment and picture your greatest potential.The version of yourself you’ve always dreamed of becoming.The life you’ve imagined living—the peace, the purpose, the freedom.

Heavenly Father moved on me tonight and I couldn't sleep. Sitting up thinking about how blessed I am to wake another day and feel my Heavenly Fathers love. In honor/memory of my beautiful cousin Jennifer, I wrote this. Remembering what matters most in this life.

The Lord spoke soo clearly to me today “Why do tears continue to feel your eyes over something I promised is already yours?”