Living Water Family Wellness

03/25/2026

The kind of game that reminds you…

It’s not over until it’s over.

From behind → Tied Up → behind → Tied Back Up →to sudden death → to victory.
4–3. 🏒🥅

God writes the best comeback stories. 🙏✨

…and yes, I came home and immediately took a nap 😂 because my nervous system did NOT sign up for that 😅

Nationals Game 1 ✔️
So proud of these girls 🧡🏒🥅

03/19/2026

I didn’t realize how hard the waiting room would be… until we were sitting in it.

Not just physically…
but emotionally and spiritually.

It’s the place where you’re holding everything together on the outside - but inside, you’re exhausted.

Where you’re trying to stay strong for your family,
while quietly whispering prayers like,
“God… please.”

That’s where we found ourselves.

Sitting in hospital rooms.
Waiting for answers.
Watching.
Hoping.

And learning, moment by moment, how to trust God in a way we never had to before.

Because it’s one thing to say you trust Him…

It’s another thing to live it
when you don’t know what the outcome will be.

There were no long, perfect prayers in that season.

Just tears.
Just silence.
Just surrender.

And somehow… God met us there.

Not always with answers.
But with peace in the middle of the unknown.

If you’ve ever been in a place like that - we see you.

You’re not alone in the waiting.

03/15/2026

For a while, we went quiet.

Not because the mission stopped…
But because life asked our family to step away and walk through a storm we never expected.

Many of you know our son Logan has been very sick.
There were hospital rooms, long nights, hard questions, and moments where the only thing we could do was pray and trust God with the next step.

In that season, everything slowed down.

The ministry.
The posts.
The plans we thought we had.

But something deeper was happening.

God was reminding us why this work matters.

Healing is not just physical.
It’s spiritual.
It’s emotional.
It’s family.

And sometimes the greatest lessons come when we are the ones sitting in the waiting room.

Over the past months, God has been reshaping our hearts and the vision behind what we are building through Living Water Family Wellness and Dad Bod By God.

This isn’t just about health.

It’s about restoration.
It’s about faith in the middle of trials.
It’s about families learning how to heal together - mind, body, and spirit.

So if you’ve been here for a while, thank you for staying with us.

And if you’re new here, welcome 🤗

We’re grateful you’re here as we step back into this calling and continue sharing the journey God is writing for our family.

More to come soon 💜🙏🏼💙

12/24/2025

Hard seasons have a way of making everything feel fragmented.

But what if the pieces aren’t wasted - just unfinished?

In this reflection, I share how God met our family in a season of uncertainty and gently reframed the story through an image I didn’t expect: spiritual fabric.

Stitches.
Patches.
Quilts.
Tapestry.

Healing doesn’t always come as answers.
Sometimes it comes as pattern.

If you’re navigating grief, stress, or a season where your nervous system feels stretched thin, this reflection offers a quiet place to pause - and remember that God is still forming something beautiful.

✨ Stitched With Hope: Seeing the Pattern God Is Forming
🔗 Link in bio 🫶🏼 copy and paste below 😉

https://www.livingwaterfamilywellness.com/blog/stitched-with-hope

12/18/2025

This was written in the middle of an unfinished season.

Not from the other side. Not with answers.

Just from where I am standing.

💜 Unfinished Season

Link to read : https://www.livingwaterfamilywellness.com/blog/unfinished-season

12/12/2025

At Living Water Family Wellness, we believe healing often begins in the moments we don’t expect - the moments that press us, refine us, and shift our perspective.

Today, on my son’s 16th birthday, God revealed a “gift inside the gift” in the middle of a challenging season of medical care and emotional overwhelm. What began as a difficult day became a powerful reminder of how healing can unfold through connection, creativity, and faith - sometimes through the simplest things, like music.

I wrote the full story on our blog today:

➡️ The Gift Inside the Gift: How God Shifted Our Perspective at Sixteen
https://www.livingwaterfamilywellness.com/blog/the-gift-inside-the-gift

If you are navigating dysregulation, burnout, or a season of deep refinement, I pray this story brings hope.

A raw, faith-filled story of a mother navigating her son’s 16th birthday during medical crisis - and the unexpected gift God used to shift their perspective and begin healing.

12/04/2025

Today broke me.

I woke up already in tears, already feeling this heaviness in my chest - and I couldn’t figure out why.

My body knew something before my mind did.

This morning was my first time meeting with Logan’s PT. This whole week is full of evaluations as they begin building his new treatment plan. In the middle of the conversation, his PT asked me a simple question:

“When did all of this start?”

I answered automatically:
“December 3rd, 2024.”

He looked at me and said gently,
“So… one year ago today.”

I glanced at my watch, and it hit me like a wave.
I hadn’t even realized what day it was.
My mind forgot - but my body didn’t.

After that appointment, I went for a cold walk just to settle my breathing before an afternoon packed with four hours of caretaker meetings and social worker conversations. It was one of those days that pulls from every part of you - mentally, physically, emotionally.

By the time we finally made it back to the apartment, Logan was completely spent. After a full day of evaluations and therapies, his legs just wouldn’t cooperate. He had a meltdown at the car from sheer exhaustion and frustration.

And then when we got to the stairs… his legs gave out.
He fell. Hard.

He lashed out at me in the moment - the fear and anger spilling over. Both of us crying out of frustration but for different reasons. After a few minutes passed he came to hug me, apologizing through tears.

And that hug… is when I broke.

My nervous system snapped.
Panic hit.
Chest pain.
Shaking.
Throwing up.

My whole body went into survival mode because it finally understood the significance of the day that my mind had been trying to outrun.

This is what trauma anniversaries do.
They show up in the body first.
They whisper before the calendar does.
They ask for gentleness even when we don’t realize why we need it.

If you’ve ever had a day where your emotions didn’t make sense until the very end - you’re not weak or dramatic.

Your body remembers.
Your heart remembers.
And sometimes it all catches up at once.

Tonight, I’m choosing softness.
One breath at a time.
Trusting that God meets us right in the unraveling - not after we pull ourselves together.

11/23/2025

This Is Church. This Is Family.

Today I witnessed something I will carry in my heart for the rest of my life.

In the middle of one of the hardest seasons our family has ever walked through, our church gathered around us - not out of obligation, not out of routine, but out of genuine, Spirit-led love.

They prayed over us, covered us, wept with us, and stood in the gap where our strength is running thin.

As I looked around that room, the Holy Spirit settled over me in a way I can’t explain.

And I knew deep in my spirit -
This is what church is meant to be.
This is what family looks like.

Not just Sunday services.
Not just songs or sermons.

But the body of Christ, linking arms and lifting one another up when the road is long and the burden is heavy.

After the service, we found Logan in the car, overwhelmed and trying to hold back tears. He crumbled into my arms- not saying much, but feeling everything. I could sense the question he’s been wrestling with for months and as he faced the possibility of another hospital stay and another insurance denial on Friday.

“Why does it have to be this hard?”

Even unspoken, the weight of it was there.

As a mom, it broke me.

As a believer, it reminded me that God often does His deepest work in the places that feel the most impossible.

The most uncomfortable.

He is shaping something in Logan (and our family) that only the fire can forge.

We still don’t know what tomorrow holds. We’re waiting to hear whether insurance will overturn the denial so we can leave for Boston and begin treatment.

We are exhausted, hopeful, scared, and grateful - all at once.

But this I know:

God is good.

God is present.

God goes before us.

And God sends people to carry you when your legs are trembling.

What happened in that sanctuary today wasn’t just a moment.

It was a reminder that even in uncertainty, even in suffering, even in waiting…

We are not walking alone.

This is church.

This is family.

This is the goodness of God on full display.