healing

  • The Update: Learning How to Walk Again

    This is a real update on life, faith, & rebuilding after a season that changed everything. Learning how to walk again isn’t graceful or easy, but God has been steading in the shaking. This is where I am right now.… Continue reading

    The Update: Learning How to Walk Again
  • A Conversation That Breathed Life

    Some conversations are a gift straight from Heaven. I had one that breathed life back into my heart. We laughed, cried, confessed, and released what needed to go. God moves through friendship, faith, and freedom when we let Him. 🌿 Continue reading

    A Conversation That Breathed Life
  • When the Weeds Grow Inside the House

    Heartbreak from the outside hurts. But when it grows from inside the house, it leaves a mark that feels impossible to shake. This is me—choosing faith when betrayal stings, leaning on routines that steady me, and trusting that God is… Continue reading

    When the Weeds Grow Inside the House
  • When the Enemy Fears Your Future

    From childhood wounds to raising a fierce, fire-filled daughter, I’ve learned this: when blessings are on the horizon, the enemy will fight to steal them. But God’s promises stand. This is my story of holding fast to hope, love, and… Continue reading

    When the Enemy Fears Your Future
  • ALONE | A Place to Belong

    This poem, written in 2019, was part of a healing journey guided by therapy & rooted in heart. Processing pain through poetry became a lifeline—a way to name what couldn’t be spoken aloud. If you’ve ever carried the weight alone,… Continue reading

    ALONE | A Place to Belong
  • The Light of Grace

    She walked through fire and came out shining—graceful, strong, and full of light. This poem, The Light of Grace, is a love letter to the resilience we sometimes only find when tested. 📱 Instagram: @skfabric_303 🌐 Blog: fabricthatmademe.com 💛”Her laughter,… Continue reading

    The Light of Grace
  • Where Home Used to Be

    A poem about the kind of home that holds your soul, comforts your bones, and stays in your memory long after the door has closed. When you leave a space like that, it doesn’t just echo—it aches. 🏠💗 #PoemAboutHome #WhereHomeUsedToBe… Continue reading

    Where Home Used to Be