"Dive in—be the hand that lifts.” Not Everyone Goes to Church, but God Shows Up Today didn’t look like everyone else’s Sunday. Everyone went to church—except me. And yet, God still met me right where I was. It reminded me that His presence doesn’t depend on where you are; it depends on your willingness to receive Him. With an email and a request to review my assignment, I’m deeply grateful that my professor corrected my grade from 100/150 to 130/150. Thank You, Father, for answering that prayer. I am reminded that I don’t face limitations He hasn't assigned. By His grace, I am finishing this MBA Summa Cum Laude . Seeing Beyond the Surface Scrolling through Facebook today, I came across a story that stuck with me: Anita Álvarez , the U.S. artistic swimmer, lost consciousness mid-routine at the 2022 World Aquatics Championships . As she sank beneath the water, her coach, Andrea Fuentes , di...

          This is what healing has felt like for me—rain, snow, and sunlight—each part necessary, each part purposeful.   Today felt like one of those in-between days, nothing dramatic, but definitely noticeable. When I woke up, my eyes were uncomfortable again, that familiar dryness that reminds me to slow down and pay attention, so I reached for the drops. My ear felt off too—not painful, just that odd, blocked sensation, like pressure sitting quietly where it shouldn’t be. My therapy session with Leah Segelov went well, at least, that’s how it felt in my body. The massages were easier today, which is encouraging, even though most of the pressure is still concentrated around my jaw and cheeks. Progress doesn’t always announce itself; sometimes it just feels a little less heavy than yesterday. Leah had me focus on controlled jaw movements ; simple but intentional.  Did you know? Simple, repeated jaw movements like gently opening and closing your mout...

  A reminder from Maliyah Therapy, Progress, and Learning to Be Present Therapy went well today. My facial therapist, Leah Segolov , was pleased with my progress. It’s humbling how expressions I once made without thinking now require full attention and effort. You don’t realize how much your body carries you automatically until it no longer does. My jaw remains the most delayed part of my face, but there is movement, and that alone is progress. We spent extra time exercising it today. Recovery has taught me that healing is rarely dramatic; it’s incremental, intentional, and often uncomfortable. Presence matters more than speed. It matters more than speed, especially when love has no agenda. Healing is not impressed by how quickly you move, and neither is love. Love that arrives without an agenda doesn’t rush you to be better, stronger, or finished—it sits with you where you are. It doesn’t measure pro...