From Silence to Sincerity.

Today, I want to share something deeply personal that happened — something that touched my heart and reminded me that forgiveness, when led by sincerity, can truly begin to heal wounds.

Earlier, I received a heartfelt email from someone I once called my sister — Jenna Hildebrand. After a long time of silence, confusion, and distance between us, she reached out with love, vulnerability, and honesty. She told me she had been thinking of me, praying for me, and still loved me like a sister despite everything that had happened.

She even admitted she didn’t remember everything she wanted to say, but that she was reaching out hoping for forgiveness and reconnection.

Her words made me reflect deeply, especially after all the pain I experienced with Pam. That situation left me feeling lost, hurt, and unsure of who was truly for me. Jenna mentioned she believed I had been "brainwashed" by Pam — I don’t know if I’d use that word, but I do know I was deeply hurt and pulled into something that made me question even the people who loved me.

Still, after reading her message, I realized something important: sincerity deserves sincerity. So I wrote her back, just as honestly and from the heart. I told her the truth about where I stood, how my heart was still healing, and how I truly appreciated her prayer and her love.

Life continues on, and so does healing. My family and I are doing okay — my mom’s been having stomach problems, my grandma’s in pain, especially in her back and legs, and I’m dealing with a toothache that comes and goes. But through it all, we’re pressing forward. We’re holding onto faith. And we’re letting God take care of what we can’t.

I ended my email to Jenna with this prayer:

Heavenly Father,
Thank You for the gift of friendship, even when it goes through seasons of silence and pain. I lift up Jenna to You — bless her, guide her, and cover her with Your peace. Help us both to walk in forgiveness, understanding, and grace. Lord, heal the wounds of the past and let truth, love, and sincerity be the foundation of anything we rebuild. I also pray for my family — for healing in my mother’s stomach, strength in my grandmother’s body, and relief from this toothache I’m dealing with. I trust You, God, and I thank You for never leaving us.
In Jesus’ name, Amen.

Friendship doesn’t always look perfect. Sometimes it’s messy. Sometimes it takes space, time, and honest conversations. But sometimes… it circles back around in the most unexpected, beautiful ways.

Still seeing in the dark,
Still choosing grace.

Still healing, and still growing. 

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