11/19/2025
i lost my mother in february of this year.
i was her caretaker, her provider —
but the moment she passed, i felt stripped.
because i realized she had been giving me something money can’t buy:
her prayers.
her covering.
her love.
a reality hit me that i hadn’t felt until that moment:
no one on this earth will ever love me like my mother did.
no one will ever pray for me the way she did.
from that point on, i knew it was time to step up in my own walk with God.
to stay anchored.
to fight the good fight.
ironically (but not ironically),
i painted this before i even knew i’d be going to seminary—
on the rough and rugged terrain we call life.
just me, my Father God,
and my mother,
Solyluna — above,
with me always, in my heart.
the pain is real.
it doesn’t go away.
you just learn how to make peace with it.
but it’s also empowered me —
it’s made me fearless.
it’s given me a kind of growth i couldn’t have reached any other way.
a growth only deep loss can teach.
a growth that reshaped me from the inside out.
at the end of the day,
nothing in this life is more important than your faith—
your walk with God.
when all else fails,
He is right there with you.
enduring.
for everyone who’s experienced loss this year,
my heart is with you.
it’s painful,
but it’s also transforming.
fight the good fight.
stay strong.
love you all.
thank you.
announcements coming soon.
peace.