Touch The Sky

There are seasons that change you quietly.
And then there are seasons that break you open.

2025 was not gentle with me.
It stretched places in my heart I didn’t know could stretch.
It humbled me in ways I never expected.
And at times, it broke me in ways I’m still learning how to name.

This year, I’m honoring my angel baby, Tatum Sky.

I choose to be big and strong, the way Tatum fought every day.
She had courage that shone through even the hardest days.
With determination to overcome each obstacle.
And she had a joyful strength that defied the limitations of her body and her size.

I am not “moving on.”
I am MOVING FORWARD, carrying her with me.

And this is what I now know, as I’m sitting in the ashes.

God never abandons what He allows.

He is present in the silence.
He is working in the waiting.
He is shaping me even when I don’t feel Him near.

But HE is close; I see Him when I choose to acknowledge each victory, no matter how small.

Touch the Sky was born out of that truth; out of her name, her legacy, and the faith that carried me when my arms felt empty.

I write this blog for the moments when my faith feels fragile, but I refuse to let go.
For the days I keep going, not because I feel strong, but because I choose to trust anyway.
For the quiet, defiant decision to believe God is still good, even when my story doesn’t look the way I thought it would.

As I step into the new year, I know I am not empty-handed.

I am carrying wisdom.

I am carrying resilience.
I am carrying a faith that survived the storm.

I have defiant hope.

None of it was wasted.

Not the disappointments.
Not the unanswered prayers.
Not the tears no one saw.

And I am carrying deep gratitude.

I am grateful for my husband, my constant, my strength when I’m down.
I am grateful for my daughters, my son-in-loves, and my granddaughters. For the life and love they bring into my days.
I am grateful for family and friends who hold me up, pray when I can’t find words, and stay when there is nothing to fix.

Heaven keeps record of every moment. The ones where I thought I was falling apart, but God is quietly putting things into place.

This blog isn’t about pretending the pain didn’t happen.
It’s about refusing to let pain have the FINAL WORD.

What’s behind me does not get the last say…. God does.

As I transition into this year, I am choosing to live with intention.

I will work to remember that every day is a gift.
I will say “I love you” more often.
I will tell the people who matter to me, frequently and without hesitation, how much they mean to me.
I will hold close what is sacred and loosen my grip on what is not.

I will remember HIS faithfulness.
I will breathe deeply and release the weight of yesterday.
I will tell the truth, gently, bravely, and honestly.
And, I will keep walking forward with open hands and a steady heart.

God has a plan.
God keeps His promises.
And He is not finished with my story….or hers.

This is defiant hope.
The kind that stands even when it trembles.
The kind that looks heavenward and whispers, I still trust You.

I am touching the sky for Tatum, with Tatum, and because of Tatum, one faithful step at a time.

Happy New Year.

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