Healing from Within

05/22/2026

There was a time in my life when my trauma response was to stay busy and keep people around constantly. Looking back now, I realize I wasn’t truly connecting… I was organizing, hosting, managing, and performing. Silence felt uncomfortable because I had never really learned how to rest.
But God knew what I needed long before I did. He knew I needed a peaceful place to heal from wounds I couldn’t even see yet. And slowly, through His gentleness and grace, this house has become more than a home. It has become our refuge… our safe place… a place where healing and transformation are unfolding day by day.
For the first time in my life, I’m learning that it’s okay to be quiet. It’s okay to be alone. And honestly, there is no place I’d rather be than in the presence of God.
I’m so thankful that I no longer live under the bo***ge of performance-based religion, constantly striving and trying to prove myself. There is such freedom in simply walking in obedience and resting in His love.
And to my husband… thank you. Thank you for working so hard so we can build this life together. Together we are creating space for healing, peace, and restoration.
I’m grateful we get to experience this season side by side.
God truly does not waste our pain, our tears, or our experiences.
He redeems them.
Tammy Sue

05/06/2026

05/04/2026

For the past 9 years…
May 3rd has carried a weight most people couldn’t see.
It showed up quietly—wrapped in sibling survivor’s guilt, heavy memories, and a deep ache that would surface no matter how much I tried to move past it.
But this year… something was different.
At 4:00am on May 3rd, I got in my truck and drove to the coast.
Just me.
No distractions.
No noise.
Just the sound of the road… and the presence of God.
I sat there as the sun began to rise, wrapped in a blanket, talking to my Heavenly Father like a daughter who finally understood she didn’t have to carry it all alone.
And instead of the usual heaviness…
my mind began to fill with something unexpected—
Beautiful memories.
Laughter.
All the beach trips we shared.
Moments that felt alive again, not painful.
For the first time in 9 years…
May 3rd didn’t feel like something I had to survive.
It felt like something I could hold… without breaking.
And the difference wasn’t time.
It wasn’t distraction.
It wasn’t “being strong.”
The difference was God.
Because healing with Him looks very different than healing without Him.
Without God…
we replay, we carry, we try to make sense of things that don’t always have answers.
We survive… but we stay stuck in the weight of it.
But with God…
He gently reframes what once felt unbearable.
He brings peace where there used to be panic.
He replaces guilt with grace.
And somehow… He allows memories to feel like gifts instead of wounds.
That morning on the beach, I realized—
I’m not where I used to be.
And I didn’t get here alone.
Healing didn’t happen overnight.
But it did happen… one surrendered moment at a time.
If May 3rd—or any day—still feels heavy for you…
You don’t have to walk through it alone.
There is a kind of healing that only comes
when you invite God into the places you’ve been trying to manage by yourself.
And when you do…
Even the hardest days
can begin to feel… different.
— Healing from Within 💛