Where have I been?

It’s been a long time since I last wrote here. To be honest, I’ve started this post more than once — but every time, I would stop and think, “Not yet.”

And now, finally, I believe it’s time.

So, where have I been?

The short answer? I’ve been in a season of fire, faith, and fierce dependence on the grace of God.The longer answer? Let me tell you.

Over the past two years, so much has unfolded behind the scenes — things I never could have planned for or imagined. During my pregnancy, I faced significant health complications, and when my daughter was born, both she and I were thrown straight into battle. We spent nine days in hospital, fighting, praying, and holding on to life — moment by moment — trusting in God to sustain us both.

Those nine days felt like a lifetime.But even there, God was present in the ashes.

“He gives a crown of beauty for ashes, the oil of joy instead of mourning…” – Isaiah 61:3 (NLT)

After we came home, I knew everything had changed. I was no longer the same woman — not just because I was now a mother, but because I had come through fire with oil. Since then, life hasn’t slowed down. In fact, it's only accelerated. We've launched a new academic year and class at Bible college, and by the grace of God, we’ve also planted and are Pastoring a new church — a sacred, stretching, holy assignment that has required everything I’ve got… and more.

And while there has been joy, there has also been heartbreak. In February, we experienced the devastating loss of our unborn baby — a grief I will never fully be able to put into words. It was a silent kind of sorrow, one that changed me forever. But even in that place of pain, God was faithful. Present. Kind.We have leaned into His comfort, His healing, and His grace — one day at a time.

“The Lord is close to the brokenhearted; He rescues those whose spirits are crushed.” – Psalm 34:18 (NLT)

I’ve wrestled with whether or not to write. Whether or not it was time to restart this blog, but in the hidden place, God’s been at work. Refining. Resetting. Restoring.I wasn’t running from this space — I was being rebuilt for it.

“We are pressed on every side by troubles, but we are not crushed… We are knocked down, but we are not destroyed.” – 2 Corinthians 4:8–9 (NLT)

There have been moments I’ve cried in exhaustion, moments I’ve prayed in silence, and moments I’ve clung to God with nothing but a mustard seed of strength. But through it all, He’s sustained me with grace I never knew I had access to.

“My grace is all you need. My power works best in weakness.” – 2 Corinthians 12:9 (NLT)

And now?Now, I feel the Lord whispering, “It’s time.”

Time to write.

Time to release what He’s been planting deep in me during these quiet, crushing, glorious seasons.

So if you’ve been wondering where I’ve been — I’ve been in the ash and the oil.I’ve been living what I preach.

And now, I’m ready to pour it out.

Thank you for your grace.Thank you for your patience.Thank you for staying.

There’s so much ahead — and I’m honored to walk it with you.

– Bianca