The first two months of 2025 will remain etched in my heart forever.

My heart is heavy…

and it must be.

It feels like the weight of the world is pressing down,

and maybe that’s how it’s supposed to be right now.

My heart aches, and it has to.

Yesterday, I received a brief letter from a dear friend with this quote: “When someone you love becomes a memory, the memory becomes a treasure.” In these past few weeks, I’ve found myself reliving every precious moment with my parents. Now, they are more than memories, they are treasures forever engraved in my soul.

The waves of emotion, the ebbs and flows, have left their mark on my spirit. The sorrow, the grief, they’re not things I can run from.

They demand to be felt, to be carried…

something sacred in the pain…

the pain that leaves scars that cannot be ignored.

Yet, through the prayers, the cards, and the heartfelt messages from friends and loved ones, I’ve been carried from one stage of my soul’s journey to another.

“Come to me, all you who are weary and burdened, and I will give you rest.” – Matthew 11:28 (NIV)

There is indescribable comfort in God’s presence, a steady hope that holds us through the storms of life. He grants us strength and gently reminds us of His unwavering promises, even when everything feels uncertain. Despite the heartache, confusion, and unanswerable questions, I cling to the truth that God is with me in every step of this journey.

I hold on to the living hope in Christ, a hope that will be forever etched in my heart, guiding me through this pilgrimage.

“Weeping may endure for a night, but joy comes in the morning.” – Psalm 30:5 (NKJV)

To you my friends, families and loved ones, thank you for being there with me and my family. Your thoughts and support provided me strength and healing.

God bless you!

Merlin