Author: talesofolivia

There’s a quiet fear many of us carry but don’t often say out loud. It whispers when we’re scrolling. It taps our shoulder when we’re lying awake at night. It shows up when we compare our lives to someone else’s highlight reel. “Am I behind?” Behind where I thought I’d be. Behind where others seem…

Each January arrives with a great deal of noise. Lists are made. Goals are set. Words like new, better, and more echo everywhere. The world seems to ask us—sometimes quietly, sometimes loudly—to become someone else overnight. And while there is nothing wrong with wanting to grow, I often wonder if we rush too quickly past…

There comes a time in life when we begin to feel it — a quiet nudge that says, it’s time for something new. Not because what was before was wrong. Not because the past didn’t matter. But because God continues to shape us, season by season. We are not meant to stay the same forever.…

Forgiveness is one of the hardest things we are ever asked to do. Not because we don’t understand the words, but because we remember the pain. When someone hurts us — especially someone we trusted — the wound doesn’t just disappear when time passes. It lingers in the body, in the mind, in the quiet…

(On faith, kindness, and the moments that stay Sometimes they slip in quietly) through a comment left at just the right moment, a message from someone you’ve never met, or a pause in your day when you didn’t realize you needed one. I’ve been thinking a lot about that lately. About how stories seem to…

There are days when the world seems to spin faster than our hearts can keep up with. Everyone rushing, everyone carrying something unseen, everyone trying to make it through another day. And in the middle of all that noise and movement, it becomes so easy to forget the quiet things — the gentle, holy things.…

There are moments in our lives that shape everything that comes after. Moments where heaven feels so close you can almost feel it breathing… Moments where God steps quietly into the deepest ache — and changes everything. I was fourteen years old when my life reached its darkest hour. My parents were walking through a…