The past few weeks have been a whirlwind—a mixture of exhaustion, hope, and unexpected creativity. I’ve spent nearly half my time in Manhattan, walking hospital halls and sitting in waiting rooms as my husband continues to undergo intensive medical treatments for Fanconi Anemia. The rest of that time has been spent in Washington, DC, at the NIH for more appointments and follow-ups. It’s been physically and emotionally draining, yet somewhere in the in-between, I’ve been thanking God for every small pause that’s allowed me to return to my passions—blogging, writing books, and (surprise!) writing music.

Yes, you heard that right. I’ve started writing music—a new creative expression that has emerged right in the midst of chaos. I can’t wait to share more with you soon, but I’ll say this for now: I believe this music will speak to hearts and be a success—not because of me, but because of the One who’s been holding me up through every storm.

In the rare and quiet moments I’ve had at home—tucked away in the countryside—I’ve been working on something incredibly close to my heart. After 25 years of marriage, countless tears, and multiple miscarriages, my husband and I have decided to open our home and our hearts to children through fostering. Even writing that brings tears to my eyes. I know fostering is not easy—it takes a special kind of grace to love a child who is hurting. But I also believe that perfect love covers a multitude of sins (1 Peter 4:8), and if there’s one thing I know I have to give, it’s love. It is the heartbeat of my Father God that calls me to this.

With that, I’ve been preparing our home—something that has truly brought me joy. When my caseworker asked what style my home was, I laughed, because even I didn’t know how to describe it. So, I’ve coined my own term: Rustic Elegance. Imagine rustic chic with black bears and cozy textures, fine art in gold frames, and a children’s room filled with vintage charm—metal bed frames repainted in gold leaf, a lovingly restored vintage Broyhill dresser and nightstand re-plated in 24k gold (yes, the perks of being an artist!). Though it’s still a work in progress, every detail has been poured into with purpose, love, and anticipation.

All in all, it’s been a season of deep stretching and unexpected blooming. While caregiving continues and the road ahead remains uncertain, I am rooted in hope. I’m creating again. I’m opening my heart again. And I’m finding joy in places I never thought I would. God has a way of doing that—restoring what was broken and bringing beauty out of ashes.

If you’ve been touched by my journey, my writing, or my advocacy—whether through my blog, my music, or my books—I would be deeply grateful if you considered supporting me through Buy Me A Coffee. Every tip helps me continue this mission of creating, advocating, and caring—for those with rare diseases, for children who need love, and for those who just need to know they’re not alone.

Thank you for walking this journey with me. Let’s keep holding on to hope together.