I believe that the most powerful thing we can do for ourselves and for others is share our stories…
This is my blog.
It is a space where I share my thoughts and my feelings.
It is about growth, healing, and the experiences that have shaped me. I write for myself and for anyone else that might identify with the journey I’m on. A journey to become better and stronger through the struggles that might otherwise take us out.
Some posts explore themes like healing, betrayal, purpose, and transformation. While these reflections are honest, they are not meant to identify, implicate, or harm any specific individual or institution. Any resemblance to real people or events is entirely unintentional or symbolic.
I share these stories to connect—not to call out. If something resonates, I hope it helps you feel less alone. If something feels familiar, I trust you’ll read with generosity, knowing that we’re all doing our best with what we carry.
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Sometimes We Wrestle Again
On healing, memory, and the spiral staircase of life Today Facebook served up one of those “memories” from years ago. You know the kind… the photo that pops up in your feed all non-chalant-like and puts your whole life momentarily off kilter. I sat there staring at it. Two women smiling at a fundraising event.… Read more
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My 10 Favorite Books of 2025
I usually wait until the year is completely over to write my list of favorite books, but honestly, with the busy holiday season upon us, I probably won’t get around to reading another before the end of the year anyway, so here we are. Books stretch me, teach me, challenge me, comfort me—and occasionally leave… Read more
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What My Car Taught Me About Faith
When My Identity Got Wrapped Around a Steering Wheel I never expected a car to unravel me – but that’s exactly what happened. This weekend, I traded in my GLS – a car I’d owned for 6 years. It was the sensible thing to do. It was getting old and it had 165,000 miles on… Read more
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Known in Context: The Gift of Old Friends
The other night I laughed so hard I thought the cops might actually show up to investigate. My best friend from high school and I were sitting in our little Airbnb cottage in Franklin, Tennessee, reminiscing about the old days. At one point, I reminded her of a secret crush I had back in our… Read more
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Holding On to the Unshakeable
Last week at church, our pastor asked us a question I can’t stop thinking about: Are you holding on to shakable things—or to the unshakeable God? Whew. That one went straight to my heart. I grew up in church and along the way, I adopted this belief:If I did the right things… if I followed… Read more
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Whispers and Witnesses
I once read that if you repeat a lie 12 times, you’ll start to believe it, even if no proof is ever given. We’re not wired to constantly verify what we hear—we’re wired to belong. And sometimes, that means we accept a narrative simply because it’s being told by someone with a microphone or someone… Read more
Richelle Hofer 