I Help
Messy Miracles

Seek the S T I L L
amid the chaos of life.

Hey there, Messy Miracle

You’ve been trying so hard to keep it together on the OUTSIDE.
So why does if feel like you’re falling apart on the INSIDE?

Well, take a deep breath, because…

If these words resonate,
I’ve been waiting for you.

There are so many voices competing for your attention.
You jump from one to the next, only to feel more & more overwhelmed.

I learned the hard way that there is only ONE VOICE that truly  matters.

Here at Seeking The Still, I use my voice, my words, and my STORY to point Messy Miracles like you toward the only source of lasting peace.

Seeking the still is simple, but it’s not easy.
And it will change your life.

Are you ready?

You are both a mess and a miracle.

And freedom awaits when you learn to own it, my friend.


chaotic, confused


a wonderful marvel
a work of God

You know who you are.

You are the brokenhearted. You are the lonely and confused. You are the wise. You are the caregivers. You are the loved ones. You know there is more than the visible. You have won, and you have lost. When I look into your eyes, I know that you know. You know the pain. You know the fear. You are a fellow seeker, dear one.

You seek the truth.
Let me show you how it can set you free.

With fingers tapping words of wisdom,
and my voice whispering that you are not alone,
I’m here to show you
how I trade my daily overwhelm
for lasting peace.

I may look like I’ve never had a care in the world, but looks are deceiving. At the age of 37, with all the blessings of life at my fingertips, the lovely life I thought I was living shattered into a thousand pieces when I experienced a stress-induced emotional and physical crisis.

I am a former corporate jet setter, turned stay-at-home mom, turned college instructor, turned church worker. If anyone “should have” had their act together it was me. I was so good at pretending that I even  fooled myself.

When I say crisis, I mean daily panic attacks, intense anxiety, stress, and insomnia. These were the dark shadows that covered my days and terrorized my nights. I couldn’t remember the last time I felt joy. And one day I finally broke.

But the most beautiful things grow from ashes.

In my darkest hours, I swore that if God showed me the way through, I would do anything to help others like me. One Messy Miracle at a time.

I share it all, because every step matters. Crying on the bathroom floor,  walking into a treatment center, receiving a diagnosis of Generealized Anxiey Disorder, denial, taking the new medication, seeking a therapist for the first time, screaming at God and finally… being free.

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