You can be healthy in one area of life and still have walls internally that need rebuilding.

Lately, God has been teaching me that reconstruction starts with honesty. With slowing down long enough to let Him reveal the blind spots we can’t see on our own.

And maybe that’s grace too.
Not condemnation.
Just God lovingly rebuilding us from the inside out.

What if healing is less about becoming perfect… & more about staying in the Potter’s hands long enough for God to reshape what life distorted?

Lately, I’ve been sitting with Ephesians 2:10, the Greek word “poiēma,” & the realization that God’s workmanship is progressive. Slow. Intentional. Still unfolding.

This piece is about identity, transformation, being “marred” by life, & learning that maybe God is not intimidated by unfinished things after all.

There is a kind of exhaustion that sleep does not fix.

Lately, I have felt the weight of not enoughness everywhere. Not enough as a wife. Not productive enough as an employee. Not educated enough for certain conversations. Not black enough for some spaces and too much for others. Just tired in a way words barely know how to explain.

And if I am being honest, it all seemed to hit right after I started talking openly about transformation, healing, and God making things new.

Maybe that is the part we do not talk about enough. That growth can expose wounds we did not realize were still open. That healing can feel exhausting. That you can know God is changing you while still feeling emotionally worn thin.

I know I am on the right track.

But I am also human.

It All Begins Here