Dear Readers,

We’ve all had days we wish we could erase.

Words we wish we hadn’t said.

Doors we wish we hadn’t slammed.

People we wish we hadn’t hurt.

Versions of ourselves we never wanted anyone to see.

Maybe for you, it was one bad decision — or maybe it was a whole season of spiraling. Either way, it left you questioning your worth. You wonder if people look at you differently now. You wonder if God does too.

Let me remind you of something sacred and true:

God does not hold your worst day against you.

He doesn’t define you by the moment you broke down, messed up, gave in, shut off, or acted out. He doesn’t throw your regrets back in your face like people do. He doesn’t whisper your failures behind your back.

He already knows the ugliest parts of your story — and He still chose you.

That bad day didn’t shock Him.

That mistake

Dear Readers,

During our weekly women’s Bible study, my sister asked a question that didn’t just land — it lingered.

“What name have you been answering to that God never gave you?”

At first, it sounded like a simple reflection. One of those pause-and-think-for-a-second questions.

But then, the room fell quiet.

And in the stillness, I realized: this was not a surface-level question. It was a soul-level one.

Because if we’re being honest, most of us have been answering to names we were never meant to carry.

We’ve been responding to labels given to us by pain, by people, by pressure.

We’ve accepted definitions that were born out of trauma, criticism, or comparison — and we’ve worn them like identity badges.

Names like: