Believe, Even When It’s Hard.

There’s a word tattooed on my wrist.

Believe.

It was my very first tattoo, and I got it during one of the lowest seasons of my life.

I was working for a boss who was burned out and bitter—someone who created chaos everywhere he went. Clients, employees, vendors... he burned bridges with them all. One day, seven employees walked out at once. And I should’ve seen the writing on the wall, but I didn’t.

Eventually, I became his next target.

He called me incompetent. He questioned my judgment. He made me doubt everything I had once felt sure of.

And all of this—every last word of it—happened on the same day that my ex-husband told me he was having an affair.

That day broke me.

I didn’t just question my career. I questioned my identity. My worth. My future. My faith.


I didn’t believe in God.
 I didn’t believe in myself.
I didn’t believe in anything.

But a few days later, I went to church—because sometimes you go not because you believe, but because you're hoping to.

I sat in my usual seat near the front. And when it came time to offer peace, I turned to a woman I’d never seen before. She reached for my hand and held it longer than felt normal.

It was uncomfortable. But it was sacred.

As she held my hand, instead of saying “Peace be with you,” I heard her say:

“God’s peace is always with you.”

And I broke.

Because in that moment, I knew God was speaking.
 That even in my lowest point, especially in my lowest point, I was not alone.
 That I could choose to believe again.

Believe in myself.
 Believe in something bigger.
 Believe in a future I couldn’t yet see.
 Believe that even in the chaos, God was still present.

Not long after, I got my tattoo.
 Just one word on my wrist: Believe.

It’s often covered by my watch.
 And for years in the corporate world, that felt safer.
 But I didn’t get it for others. 
I got it for me.

So that on the hard days, when I forget who I am, I’d remember.

Today, I still wear the word.
 Now it’s also on a ring I wear from Mantra Band—a daily reminder of who I am and what I’ve walked through.

And even though this season I’m in now is so full of good, it’s still stretching me.

Behind the scenes, I’m working on something big. Something exciting. 
But it’s also unknown. It’s vulnerable.
 And I’m reminding myself every day to believe.

Believe in the calling I’ve been given.
 Believe that I’m equipped for this next step.
 Believe that something beautiful is unfolding, even if I can’t see it yet.

If you’re in a hard season—or even a hopeful one that still feels heavy—maybe you need the reminder too.

So here’s my invitation: What do you need to believe right now?

I’d love for you to share it with me.