What You Seek, You Will Find

I didn’t plan for Easter to be like this.
It could’ve gone a completely different direction.

I could’ve sat in sadness. I could’ve scrolled my phone or let loneliness take over. I’ve done that before—let grief and disappointment decide how I’d spend my time. But not this year.

By the grace of God, something shifted.

Instead of focusing on being alone, I felt this quiet nudge… what if you did something fun instead? What if you chose adventure over despair?

So I did something I’d never done before—I planned my first solo camping trip.

I packed my bags, borrowed a tent and some gear from a friend, threw my paddle board in the car, and drove out to one of my favorite lakes. I didn’t even know for sure if I was going to stay the night, but I brought it all just in case. And something in me said, go with the Spirit of courage.

It was safe. It was beautiful. It was peaceful.

I’ve lived enough life—and done enough healing work—to know now that I have a choice in how I show up. I can't control other people. I can't fix their choices, their pain, or their distance. But I can choose how I live my life. I’ve spent years helping women learn this through coaching, but now I’m fully living it myself.

This was my first Easter completely alone.
But the wildest part?
I didn’t feel alone.

I went to church, had a beautiful Sunday, and then packed my car for an adventure with Jesus. And instead of rushing or numbing, I let myself enjoy the experience. Not in a frantic, busy way, but in a calm and steady rhythm. Paddle boarding. Praying. Breathing in mountain air. Letting myself feel—but not spiral.

I set up a tent by myself for the first time. I lit a fire. I cooked outdoors. I cried a little. I laughed. I journaled. I worshipped. And when I started to feel that familiar ache of sadness rise up—missing my husband, grieving what’s been lost—I did something different. I prayed.

I said, “God… I just want to know You’re here. I need to feel You with me.”

And right then—a shooting star streaked across the sky.

Seconds later, the song You Make Me Brave came on. It’s been the anthem for this whole trip. That moment broke me wide open. Because nothing—no substance, no person, no distraction—can compare to the feeling of being seen by God in the middle of nowhere.

That’s why I’m starting this blog with this story.

Because this isn’t just about camping or being outdoors.
It’s about choosing life.
It’s about trusting God’s voice over old patterns.
It’s about no longer living based on other people’s pain, opinions, or presence.

This is my new adventure.
One led by faith, not fear.
One built on peace, recovery, and resilience.
One where I get to discover what I love—and enjoy it without guilt.

And it turns out, when you seek God, healing, and truth...
You really do find it.

Scripture to close with:

“You will seek me and find me when you seek me with all your heart.”
— Jeremiah 29:13

If you're walking through a hard season, I want you to know:
You can still choose life. You can still choose joy.
And if you need help remembering who you are and finding your way back to peace, I’m here. This is what I help women do.
Let’s walk it out together—body, heart, and soul.