05/28/2026
He didn’t really start singing good with me until the end, but gosh… this little guy is just so special. He is absolutely the sweetest, happiest little soul. The way he loves me melts my heart every single day. He wants to do everything I do, and it blows my mind how intelligent he is. He will literally “sing” with me 🥹
If you follow us, then you know Jobi is a thinker. He’s actually pretty quiet most of the time. He’ll make lots of noise when he has a point to make 😂 but overall he’s not super vocal, so all the sounds you hear in this video are him singing along with me. Usually he gets really close to my face like he did in the last video I posted, and the funniest part is he opens his mouth wide too 🤣 I guess he’s mocking me 😅
This song has been on my mind lately because Jesus didn’t have to keep His scars… but He did. He knew we are human. He knew we would second guess ourselves and sometimes need confirmation.
Over the last few weeks, I’ve thought a lot about not posting about the trauma I endured in my past. I know most of you follow Jobi for the happy content — the smiles, the laughs, the positivity, and just getting to watch this amazing little guy live his life. I know reading some of the heavier things can be uncomfortable. Some words alone make people cringe inside… and honestly that’s normal.
But for some women, those words are not just words. They are something they have to live with every single day.
Through trauma therapy, I learned something that changed my life: I wasn’t damaged or ruined. My mind and body were reacting to something horrible that happened to me. And not every woman will have access to trauma therapy or support like that.
So if me sharing my story helps even one woman avoid turning that pain inward — through self-harm, self-hatred, or carrying extra shame she never deserved — then it is worth it to me. Surviving the trauma itself is already heavy enough without adding more pain on top of it.
A few weeks ago during a live, a woman I had never met before started opening up to me about what happened to her. Then another woman did the same. Neither of them followed me or knew my story beforehand. I hadn’t even brought the topic up.
That felt like confirmation from God.
So I’m not going to stop talking about it.
And even if you personally never have to walk through something like that, maybe one day a niece, daughter, granddaughter, or friend will. Maybe you’ll remember this and be able to tell her:
“There is nothing wrong with you. You are not ruined. But you do have to face what happened. You cannot hate yourself for surviving.”
