I traveled to Uganda to serve, but came home understanding health differently. Through the women, children, communities, and stories I encountered, I began to see how deeply health is connected to dignity, opportunity, human connection, and our fundamental need to be seen.

A Snippet From My Memior - Chapter 6 I stood in the middle of our bedroom, staring at the stuff on the wall. My husband had just called to tell me he was leaving—five months shy of our 18-year wedding anniversary. Eighteen years with my best friend, and he was telling me he wasn’t coming back home. He had left for work to Ohio three weeks ago. At home in Florida, I stared at the stuff on the wall—our stuff—and for a moment, I got lost in it. There was a picture of our family,

--- In the stillness of the night, a seed buried deep within the mud begins its journey. Surrounded by darkness and engulfed in a seemingly endless struggle, it fights to break free, to reach the light. This seed, much like us, carries the promise of transformation and renewal. It is the story of a late bloomer, a testament to the power of healing through faith. I was blooming beautifully, feeling like life was finally falling into place, and then I lost my 2-year-old daughte

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I sat in a therapy session at 11am on a beautiful spring day. As usual, I was nervous. I knew my therapist was about to ask me questions, it's not that I didn't know the answer to her questions. It's that the answers had silenced me for years. I didn't know if I could give words to the hidden things in my life. She asked. I looked down at my hands, deciding I'd try again next week. /ˈhēliNG/ noun the process of making or becoming sound or healthy again; to restore to original

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