Knot So Simple

Who's Influencing You?  There’s a moment in the story of King David that stops you cold. Not when he takes what isn’t his to take, not even when the weight of his actions brings a kingdom to its knees, but when the prophet Nathan looks him in the eye and says, “You are the man.” It’s a moment that pierces through time and culture because we recognize ourselves in it. It’s raw, unsettling, and, above all, true. Nathan’s words didn’t just expose David’s sin; they revealed something much deeper: who was in David’s corner and whether those voices were willing to tell him the truth when it mattered most. This story isn’t about ancient kings. It’s about us. It’s about the counsel we keep when the stakes are highest. The Voices That Shape Us We live in a world where loyalty often masquerades as silence. Friends nod along while we blame someone else for our own choices, family members justify what’s unjustifiable, and enablers frame destruction as “freedom.” But let’s be honest: who we lis...

L osing one child is an agony I wouldn’t wish on anyone. Losing two is a wound so deep that it feels like there’s no end to the bleeding—both in my body and in my soul. My story is not just one of loss, but of betrayal, abandonment, and the kind of pain that shatters you in every possible way. My first miscarriage was in November 2023, a day that is seared into my memory. My body went into shock after the security guard at our complex ran to tell me my husband had fallen and hit his head on the concrete while helping our son ride his bike. Panic consumed me as I rushed to his side, standing for eight long hours in the hospital, trying to be strong while doctors assessed the damage to his head. The stress, the fear, the helplessness—it was all too much. That same night, as I stood there looking at him in the hospital bed, sharp, unbearable pains tore through my stomach and back. Right there, I lost our baby. I didn’t even get a moment to grieve properly. The trauma of that day, comp...