03/20/2026
I have been quieter than usual these past few weeks, and if you know me at all, you know that quiet usually means something is happening underneath the surface that I am still trying to put into words.
A lot has been happening all at once. I have been deep in the work of relaunching Designed to Lead, not just a new logo or a fresh website, but a real reckoning with what I am called to do and who I am built to serve. That kind of clarity does not come cheap. It costs you sleep. It costs you certainty. And it turns out the answer cannot be rushed.
But there has been something else running alongside all of that, something much more personal.
Those of you who have followed my story know that my son Paul has walked through some very dark valleys. Since he was nine years old, I have watched him carry a weight no child should have to carry, and I have spent more nights than I can count lying awake listening for the sounds that tell a mother her child is not okay. I will be honest with you, I have spent a significant part of these last weeks managing my own heart around his.
But this past weekend, Paul was in a car accident. He called the police. He handled the tow truck driver. He was calm when his stepfather and I arrived. And when it was all over, he said something that sounded less like a twenty-year-old and more like a man who knows who walks through the valley with him. He said this is out of my hands now, and the Lord will supply what I need.
I have been trying to build this business on that same faith.
Letting go is not passive. It is the active and often agonizing decision to place what you love most, your child, your calling, your company, into hands bigger and steadier than your own. Proverbs 16:9 says it plainly: we make our plans, but the Lord directs our steps.
Designed to Lead is relaunching. Executive Coaching, Peer Advisory Groups, and a Women's Roundtable built for leaders who need real conversations, not more noise. My superpower is people. Connecting them, building them, praying for them, and sharing wisdom from years of serving the Lord across every kind of industry and every kind of room.
The quiet was not absence. It was preparation.
More to come next week. But for now, I am just grateful. For a son who is growing up. For a calling that is coming into focus. And for a God who has never once let go, even when I could not hold on.
