A Home-Warming Toast in a Season of Waiting This week felt like a roller coaster that slowed to a crawl at the end. We tasted hope—an interview in Florida that seemed to check every box: stability, family nearby, a shorter commute, the kind of rhythm I’ve been praying for. I let my heart run ahead to what life could look like, and then the answer was “not this time.” Right after that, we had a scare and ended up in the ER with my baby. Praise God, everything is okay. But the swing from excitement to confusion left me holding…

A Week of Many Hats This week felt like a tapestry God is still weaving—threads of diapers and deadlines, job boards and gentle prayers, a communications degree I can hold now and a stethoscope-shaped hope I’m reaching for. I rocked my baby in the quiet hours and felt the beautiful weight of calling: not a single role screaming for attention, but many voices harmonizing—mother, wife, worker, student, and maybe-soon nurse. The Bible stayed open on the table like a small window, and the breeze that came through it reminded me that purpose is less about juggling perfectly and more about…