MY STORY
The long way home to grace.
hi, friend!
I'm Stacey — a mom, wife, small business owner, writer, and the girl who took the long way home to grace.
My windowsills are crowded with plants I've rescued and revived, my kitchen perpetually smells like sourdough, and I've built a career as a Birth & Postpartum doula — because supporting women through their most transformative moments is the greatest honor. I'm an Enneagram 5, which means I'm quietly observing everything and overthinking it all later. And I believe with everything in me that we do not have to be tethered to the past, to labels, or to cycles that were never meant for us.
But before any of that — there's a story.
where it all began...
Before I understood who I was, I had already been handed labels to wear.
They came in layers — like shingles laid one over the other, until you couldn't see where it started. In the things that were said, and the things that never were. In a mother lost to addiction, divorced parents, and the quiet hum of a message I absorbed before I had words for it: you are your mother's daughter. I carried her name into rooms I never felt I belonged in, certain I was already marked as a warning.
she called me a...
I was fourteen the night a single word was spoken over me — whore — and I let it become my name.
A label like that doesn't just sting and fade. It moves in. I started living it out, handing myself to people and places that only confirmed what I'd been told, looking for love in all the wrong ones because I was convinced I was too much, too broken, too far gone to be wanted any other way. For years I let that word decide what I deserved — every choice, every relationship, every quiet prayer shaped by lies I'd come to believe were simply true.
but that wasn't the truth...
Then, in my early twenties, my life collided with Jesus — and the labels I'd spent years believing finally met the truth.
Whore. Unworthy. Unlovable. Unwanted. Those words had carved such deep valleys in my soul that I never believed I'd amount to anything. But healing doesn't erase what happened — it redeems it. The story those labels told about me was never the one God was writing. Today I get to hand that hope to others. Through writing, through friendship, and through the simple courage of showing up honestly, my prayer is that you would feel seen and known too.
What labels are you holding onto?
We all carry labels. Some we choose, others are forced upon us. From comparison to the lies we believe about ourselves, these labels shape our decisions, our relationships, the risks we take, and the dreams we abandon. Unworthy. Unlovable. Unwanted. But here's the truth: the labels you've been carrying were never meant to define you.
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I love stepping onto stages — big and small — to share my story of trading labels for truth. Whether it's a women's gathering, a church service, a retreat, or a podcast, I bring honest words and a message of grace that meets people right where they are. If you're looking for a speaker who will leave your audience feeling seen, known, and a little more free, I'd be honored to be part of your event.
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