Worthy Heart Is Back in Color

Worthy Heart is back… and so am I.
But to understand why that matters — you have to understand where this blog was born.

If you’re new here, welcome.
If you’ve been here since the beginning… thank you. Truly.

Because this blog didn’t start in a shiny, picture-perfect season of life.

It was born in grief.
In confusion.
In survival mode.

It started when I lost my mom — my very best friend.
And in that same season, my son bravely came out as gay and was met with words no child should ever hear. Words that made me rise up as a mama and say:

“No. You are worthy. Exactly as you are.”

At the same time, I was helping care for my father as his memory began to fade… and I had no idea what was coming next — my husband’s first season seeking help and a time that would stretch and reshape everything I thought my life would be.

Life got ugly fast.

When I Was Just Coping

I remember trying to name this blog back then.
One of the names I considered was “Commit to Cope.”

Because that’s what I was doing.

Just coping.
Holding everything together with a bobby pin and a prayer.
Functioning on the outside… while quietly falling apart on the inside.

But when I searched that name, everything that came up was tied to suicide — and I knew that wasn’t my story.

Even in my darkest moments… I never wanted to leave this life.

I just wanted to learn how to live it again.

And that’s when Worthy Heart was born.

Because in the middle of the chaos, one thing I knew for certain was this:

My children are worthy of love
My family is worthy of love
YOU are worthy of love

And maybe… just maybe… I was too.

When Life Turned Black and White

If you’ve followed along over the years, you might remember…

At first the blog was full of color.
Then at some point… it slowly turned black and white.

I didn’t even do that on purpose.

Looking back now, it mirrored my life.

From 2018 through the spring of 2024… those were some of the hardest years of my life.

PTSD
Addiction
Rehab
Marriage on the brink
A father with dementia
Two boys leaving for college
Financial fear
A divorce I never wanted

And me… trying to hold it all together for everyone.

There were days I didn’t recognize myself.

Days I coped in ways I’m not proud of.
Days I was angry, exhausted, numb, scared.

But right in the middle of that darkness, God met me.

Through a book that I still say helped save my life:
Hearing Jesus Speak Into Your Sorrow by Nancy Guthrie.

That book gently reminded me that Jesus was still speaking.
Still present.
Still loving me through it all.

And something in me woke up.

And I started writing again.

Writing Saved Me

I didn’t sit down to become a writer.

I sat down because my heart needed somewhere to go.

And once I started… I couldn’t stop.

Writing became my therapy.
My prayer.
My release.
My joy.

It became the place where I could tell the truth.

And then something beautiful happened…

You started reading.

You messaged me.
You encouraged me.
You asked, “Are you going to write again?”

And in doing that — you reminded me that my voice mattered.

You reminded me that I mattered.

So thank you.

From the bottom of my heart… thank you for being part of my healing.

When Life Gave Me Lemons…

Somewhere in the middle of all the chaos… God handed me something unexpected.

A job.

Actually — no.

Not a job.

A calling.

I became a dance teacher.

And y’all… I don’t just have a job.
I have a passion I get paid for.

I get to love on babies in tiaras.
Encourage teenagers finding their confidence.
Create space for special needs students to shine.
And remind every single one of them that they are worthy.

And then I found MELT — a hands-on self-treatment method that helps people move, heal, and stay active — and now I get to help people feel better in their bodies too.

What started as survival… turned into purpose.

The Dear Little Girl Series

In this healing season, something new was born inside of me:

The Dear Little Girl Series.

Letters to the younger version of me.
To the little girl inside every woman.

Words of healing.
Truth.
Identity.
Faith.

And I have a feeling… there might be a book in there someday.

A Full Circle Moment

And now here we are.

The blog relaunched Saturday.

And for the first time in years…

It’s back in color.

Just like my life.

Is everything perfect?

No. Not even close.

I still have hard days.
Hard moments.
Hard seasons.

I call them “the waiting rooms of life.”

You know those places…

Where you’re waiting to hear how the test results come back.
Waiting to see how the relationship unfolds.
Waiting to see if the breakthrough comes.

Sometimes we sit there full of fear.
Other times full of hope.

But here’s what I know now:

There will always be something to be afraid of
There will always be something uncertain
But there will also always be miracles — if we look for them

Sometimes the miracle is big — like healing in a marriage or sobriety taking root.

Sometimes it’s tiny — like a day where no one calls from school.

But they are there.

And I don’t want to miss them.

So when fear creeps in… I go to God and I say,

“Take it. Because I don’t want to miss the beauty of my life.”

Meet Sadie — The Woman Behind the Relaunch

And speaking of miracles…

Let me introduce you to one of mine.

Her name is Sadie.

I met her at a Bloom event when I spoke… and I instantly loved her heart.

Fast forward to this past October at another Bloom event — and I walked up to her and said:

“Here’s my vision. Here’s my mission.
Do you think you could help me… and do you believe in it?”

She could have said no.

But she didn’t.

And now… she is part of my Worthy Team (yes I said team… we’re claiming it ).

Sadie is a young mama from Spokane, Washington, who runs a beautiful community for moms called @momwhatsnextspokane — and she has helped bring my vision for Worthy Heart back to life in the most beautiful way.

Sadie — thank you.
For believing in me.
For seeing the vision.
For helping me bring it to life.

Stay Connected to Worthy Heart

This space is not just for me.

It’s for you.

For the woman who needs to be reminded:

You are worthy
Your story matters
Your voice matters
Your healing matters

So I would love to hear from you:

– What do you love?
– What do you want more of?
– What would encourage you?
– What are you walking through?

Leave a comment.
Send me a message.
Or just say “Hi, I’m here.”

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Because I promise you this:

You are worthy.

And I would be honored to remind you of that as often as you need it.

With love,
Amy -Worthy