George Bailey was Onto Something
Somewhere between unanswered texts, sitting on bleachers at volleyball games, and wondering why spiritual growth always seems to come wrapped in suffering, I found myself asking a quiet but unsettling question: Does it matter that I’m here? This post is about feeling invisible in the spaces that matter most—at home, at work, in faith—and the reminder that our worth was never meant to be measured by how needed we are, but by how deeply we are loved.
Welcome
This is a space for people who look like they’re doing fine—but know, deep down, that they were meant for more.
On paper, my life works. I’ve built a career, raised a family, stayed faithful, and done what was asked of me. I know how to be responsible. I know how to endure. I know how to keep things moving. What I’m learning—slowly and honestly—is that survival was never meant to be the whole story.