The Journey

Some journeys aren’t marked by milestones.
They’re marked by moments — quiet ones, heavy ones, sacred ones.

This is not a timeline of accomplishments or a list of turning points.
It’s a living story of becoming.

Of learning who I am through love, loss, motherhood, faith, and the slow return to myself again and again.

The Beginning

Like many journeys, mine began with certainty.

Certainty about who I was, what I believed, and how life was supposed to unfold. Strength came easily. Direction felt clear. The future felt orderly and predictable.

And then life began to shape me in ways I couldn’t have planned for.

Loss

Some stories change everything.

Losing my daughter, Michaela, reshaped how I understand love, grief, and faith. It taught me that grief does not end — it evolves. That love does not disappear — it deepens.

This part of the journey lives quietly here, not as a defining wound, but as a sacred presence. A reminder that some loves are carried, not left behind.

Motherhood

Motherhood arrived layered — joyful and humbling, grounding and stretching.

Raising children here on earth while loving a child in heaven has shaped the way I move through the world. It has softened me. Strengthened me. Reordered my priorities.

Motherhood became less about doing everything right and more about showing up honestly — with patience, grace, and intention.

Becoming Again

There are seasons when you realize you’re changing — not because you chose to, but because life asked you to.

Seasons where your body feels unfamiliar.
Where your identity stretches.
Where you must learn how to listen inward again.

This is where much of Bre’s Table was born — from the need to name what was shifting and to honor the process without rushing it.

Strength Reimagined

Strength has taken on new meaning here.

It’s no longer measured by performance or output alone. It’s found in alignment. In choosing what supports life rather than drains it. In movement that restores, routines that ground, and mindset that carries through daily life.

Strength, now, is something I build with respect.

Where I Am Now

This season is quieter — and fuller.

I am learning to hold all of it at once:
grief and gratitude, strength and softness, motherhood and selfhood, faith and curiosity, rest and forward motion.

The journey is not finished.
It never is.

But it is honored here — with perspective, intention, and room to breathe.

A Living Story

This page will evolve, just as I do.

New chapters will be written.
Old ones will settle into meaning.
And the journey will continue — not toward perfection, but toward wholeness.

This is the path that led me here.
And it’s still unfolding