It’s official—The Race of Your Life: A Spiritual and Mental Battle Against an Incurable Disease is complete and in the final stages of being prepped for publishing! 🎉

Even as I write those words, I can hardly believe it. What started as journal entries and whispered prayers on some of my hardest days has grown into a book filled with faith, grit, and grace. Writing this memoir has been more than just telling my story—it’s been a journey of healing, surrender, and rediscovering hope.

✍🏽 Writing Through the Pain—and Finding Purpose

When I first sat down to write, I didn’t realize how much of my heart was still carrying unspoken pain. The process of putting words to my story opened places I thought I’d already healed. Some chapters poured out easily; others took time, tears, and courage to face again.

But every word became a step toward freedom.

Writing forced me to slow down—to reflect not just on the pain of the journey but also on God’s presence in it. I began to see patterns of grace woven through seasons I once thought were only filled with loss. In the telling, I found release. In remembering, I found redemption.

💛 Healing in Layers

There’s something sacred about writing your story. It allows you to see how far you’ve come—and how faithful God has been all along.

As I wrote, I realized there were parts of me still grieving the old version of my life—the healthy me, the always-on-the-go me, the woman who didn’t yet know what it meant to depend on God for every single breath.

But page by page, I began to let go of what was and embrace what is. The act of writing became a form of healing I didn’t even know I needed.

I learned that healing doesn’t always come all at once—it often unfolds in layers. And sometimes, it comes through reflection, through gratitude, through storytelling.

🌤️ God Was in Every Chapter

Looking back, I can see His fingerprints all over this project. Every time I doubted myself—every time fatigue hit, or fear whispered that no one would care to read my story—God sent reminders that this wasn’t just my story. It was His story through me.

There were late nights when my lungs felt tight, and I’d pray, “Lord, if this is Your will, give me strength for one more paragraph.”
And He did.

Each chapter became a testimony of His grace, mercy, and sustaining power. I’m humbled to think that what once felt like brokenness has now become a message of hope for others walking through their own valleys.

🏁 Crossing the Finish Line

Typing the final words of my memoir felt like crossing a finish line I didn’t think I’d reach. It wasn’t about perfection—it was about perseverance.

This book is a reflection of every moment I chose to keep going when quitting felt easier. Every prayer whispered through tears. Every laugh that broke through the pain.

And now, as it moves into the final publishing stages, I can finally breathe and say, “Lord, we did it.”

💬 A Thought for You

Maybe you’re still in the middle of your own race—physically, emotionally, or spiritually. Maybe you don’t see the finish line yet. But can I remind you of something?

God is with you in the race. He’s pacing you, strengthening you, and preparing you for what’s ahead. Every step matters. Every breath matters. And even when you feel weary, your story isn’t over.

Because with God, there’s always more grace, more purpose, and more hope ahead.

🙇🏽‍♀️ Closing Thought

Writing The Race of Your Life wasn’t just about documenting my journey—it was about declaring that hope lives here.
That faith can rise even in the middle of pain.
That healing can happen through the act of telling your story.

I can’t wait to share this book with you soon. Stay tuned, stay encouraged, and remember—no matter what battle you’re facing, you’re still in the race… and God is running right beside you. 🕊️

With Grace, Stacy

🙏🏽 🧎🏽‍♀️ A Prayer for the One Still Running

Dear Lord,
Thank You for being faithful through every chapter of my story. Thank You for using what was painful to produce something purposeful. For the one still running their race—remind them they are not alone. Give them strength for the climb, peace for the pauses, and hope for the hard days. Help us all to keep running with endurance, knowing that You’re waiting at every mile marker with grace.
In Jesus’ name, Amen.