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My Greatest Fear
What I always feared has happened to me. What I dreaded has come true. Job 3:25 It was a sunny, summer Monday afternoon two days after my 46th birthday...
HIS GRACE IS SUFFICIENT
The following is a blog post that I wrote for For The Girls International, Inc. (a Christian women's business networking group in Tampa Bay) during the height of the COVID-19...
FAITH TO OVERCOME: Surviving a Brain Aneurysm Rupture + Subarachnoid Hemorrhage
If things had gone the way I hoped they would, I wouldn't have been broken into a thousand pieces 𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘳 again. And yet I am grateful for the...
What's the story? The meaning behind my work.
All my work with Milk Velvet Pearls revolves around one thing: a loving God who has great plans for our lives. Whether we are in times of darkness or light,...
Celebrating My Faith with a GIANT LEAP!!!!!
I jumped out of a plane last Saturday. Technically we were celebrating my 48th birthday, but the jump represented so much more to me than that. Many of my friends...
Family Heirlooms + The History of Pearls
The history and meaning of pearls. Repurposing family heirloom pearls into modern, meaningful designs for everyday enjoyment.
Hawaiian Dreams & Tahitian Pearls
It was March 2014 when I had the epiphany that the pearl was a metaphor for my life, and I decided that was going to make pearl jewelry to share...
Lessons from my Rose Garden: Pruning & Blooming
He cuts off every branch in me that bears no fruit, while every branch that does bear fruit He prunes so that it will be even more fruitful. ⠀
John 15:2
Carmen Brown's Top 10 Mother's Day Gifts | Milk Velvet Pearls
I'm a fan of The Joy FM, 91.5 and often listen to it in the morning when I take my daughter to school. Last year, Carmen Brown, one of the...
Thoughts On Motherhood
Mothering my children has been the honor of my life. It has made me, wrecked me, and led me to Jesus. ⠀⠀Yesterday, as I thought about today [Mother's Day] the story...
Reveling in Natural Beauty | Imperfectly Perfect Baroque Pearls
I had a revelation one evening (during my healing journey) as I bathed my pre-school daughter. With a backdrop of bath crayon drawings, and flying bubbles, I found myself captivated by her beauty. ...










