There was a time when I never thought twice about what was in my makeup. If it smelled nice, worked well enough, and fit the budget, into the basket it went. I didn’t question ingredient lists I couldn’t pronounce, or why my skin felt irritated after using certain products. I didn’t connect my daily habits with my faith. But eventually, after 3-bouts of cancer between my teens and 20's, a quiet nudge began to surface. Not fear. Not guilt. Just awareness. As Christians, we’

Yesterday, I caught myself doing that thing again—staring at my phone, scrolling through nothing. I had opened it to answer a message, and before I knew it, forty-two minutes had vanished in the TikTok–Instagram–Email vortex of distraction. The pasta water was boiling over on the stove. My dog sat patiently by her bowl staring at me. A text from a friend sat unread. And I had that familiar sinking feeling again—that little ache behind the ribs—the feeling of time slipping awa