Long before the dawn of time, before the first star took its place in the heavens, the hands of the Living God shaped the foundations of our souls and formed us in His exact image. With infinite care, He wove us together in the most sacred and hidden chambers of His being (Psalm 139).

Yet, as I walked through the winding paths of life, many voices and shadows tried to drown out the truth of how fiercely I am loved. The abuse I suffered as a child twisted my understanding of worth, teaching me to believe my only value was as a commodity for a man’s desire. My heart wrestled with the thought that I could be treasured in the eyes of God, and I carried the wounds of believing I was unseen and unloved.

Although, my journey is marked by grief and devastation, I see now that none of it was wasted. My life is a living testimony to His relentless, merciful, and long-suffering love. The poems and every word I share is a window into the battles I have fought, the mountains I have climbed, and the valleys I have walked through—with Jesus never leaving my side. And now—standing in the light of His mercy—I can trace His presence back to almost the very first breath I ever drew. I see how the Father’s hand shielded me, protecting the most sacred parts of who I am. The truth is this: Jesus was there in every moment. He pulled me back from the edge of death more times than I can count. He stood beside me in the blackest nights, guarding me, whispering my name, and drawing me—again and again—out of the shadows into His marvelous light.

There is no force in all creation more powerful than the love Jesus walked in when He surrendered His life for us. His sacrifice was not born of obligation but of passion—because we are His treasured, beloved ones. As you move through your day, remember this: you were conceived in love before you were ever conceived in flesh. Every breath you take is counted; every day you live is written with intention in His perfect plan. You are more cherished than your heart dares to believe. Even now, He is standing beside you, declaring His truth over you, longing for you to know that you are His. He knows your name. He is your inhale and your exhale. You belong to Him, and He is your First Love. You were created to soar on the breath of His dawn. His name is Jesus.

I invite you to enter these poems and posts with an open heart. Let Jesus still your racing thoughts. Let Him bind the broken pieces of your soul. Let Him reveal the truth your spirit has always known:
You are, and have always been, His Sacred Beauty.