
“Hi, I’m Sunnye. My body is worn-out, my world is cracked, and some days my life looks more like a train wreck than a peaceful retreat. It looks like doctor’s visits, hospital hallways, and car rides more than spa days and silent weekends. For over two decades I’ve lived with chronic illness, surgeries, flares, and the kind of everyday exhaustion that doesn’t photograph well.
But right in the middle of that, there’s this: a faithful Savior who loves my soul. I can come to Him anywhere and bring my brokenness to the foot of the same old rugged cross.
The Psalms say, ‘The Lord is my shepherd; I lack nothing…even though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death, I will fear no evil, for You are with me.’ They also say, ‘The Lord is my light and my salvation; whom shall I fear?…One thing I ask from the Lord…that I may dwell in the house of the Lord all the days of my life.’ That has been my actual life, not just pretty words on a page. In the valley, in the shadows, in the fear, He has been with me.
This space is where I gather ‘holy moments’ from an ordinary, worn-out life—bug guts on the windshield, waiting rooms, commute traffic, kids’ drama, late‑night panics—and turn my eyes back to God’s Word instead of just staring at the mess. If you’re tired, distracted, hurting, or feel like you’ve disappointed God too much, you’re my people.
I don’t have polished answers. What I have is a worn Bible, a stack of scars, a stubborn hope in Jesus, and a deep belief that time spent turning back to His Word is never wasted. Maybe, as I share where my hope and faith reset—in a Savior who has loved me all the while and carried me more times than I can count—you’ll find hope too. Like the Psalms say, He is near to the brokenhearted, the strength of my heart when my flesh fails, the One who lifted me out of the pit and set my feet on a rock. He has spoken to my heart through His Word, His promises, His steadfast, unfailing love, and He has washed me clean.
Let’s look up together, one small moment at a time. Keep your eyes focused on Jesus.”
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