When doubt is loud, let fiath speak louder.

Hey lovies,

Can I be honest? I’ve been wrestling with some fear lately.

When I started writing here a few months ago, I wasn’t sure what to expect. But it’s been such a joy. The sweetest messages and little comments have meant more to me than you probably realize. My hope has always been that you’d feel less alone when you read my words—that you’d feel seen in a world that can be so isolating.

But even with that joy… there are days when the doubt comes in. The fear. The quiet whisper: Who really wants to hear from you?

It’s such a familiar voice. And it’s convincing. I’m 42. I’m not flashy or well-known. There are so many amazing women in the world—more talented, more accomplished. Some days I start to believe maybe I’m not needed here.

As I get ready to move back to Chicago, I’ve been thinking a lot about what comes next. The truth is, for over 20 years, I’ve carried this vision in my heart—this longing to encourage, mentor, and be a safe place for other women. It’s shifted shape so many times, but it’s never gone away. And just as I’m starting to take steps toward it, fear shows up again.

Lately, I’ve been wondering if maybe this isn’t just fear. Maybe it’s resistance. The enemy is always trying to dim a light, and the brighter the light, the harder he tries. So maybe these doubts aren’t proof that I’m unqualified… maybe they’re proof that my light scares him.

I don’t have it all figured out. I still feel small some days. But I’m learning that faith doesn’t require me to feel fearless—it just asks me to keep going, even with trembling hands.

So today, I’m choosing to keep showing up. Not because I’m certain I’m enough, but because I trust the One who put this calling in me. And I hope, if you’ve been feeling your own fear lately, you’ll take one small step too.

We don’t have to be fearless to shine.

Thanks for being here, and for sitting near the water with me.
All my love,
J