As I approach the one-year anniversary of my SCAD heart attacks and open-heart surgery in just a couple of weeks, I find myself reflecting deeply on the goodness of God—and on what has truly been a very unique year of healing.

In many ways, it has felt like both the slowest and the longest year of my life at the same time. Recovery carries its own rhythm—one that cannot be rushed or fully explained. Over these past months, my body has quietly and faithfully walked through all four seasons of healing since last April. With each season that closes and another begins, I’m reminded that healing is not just physical—it is layered, intentional, and held together by the steady hand of God moving through time.

I’m incredibly thankful that my recent follow-up visits continue to show my heart functioning within the 50–60 ejection fraction range—a healthy place and a gift I do not take lightly. There is deep gratitude in simply continuing forward, stronger and steadier than before.

This season has also held moments of joy and celebration. We celebrated Larry’s birthday and experienced something I’ve had on my heart for quite a while—driving Highway 1 along the Big Sur coastline. The beauty along that drive was calm, expansive, and grounding—a quiet reminder of how precious life is and how consistently good God is.

Through it all, I remain deeply aware of this: I am simply grateful. Grateful for life. Grateful for healing. Grateful for the grace to move forward, one season at a time.

“Give thanks to the Lord, for He is good; His steadfast love endures forever.” — Psalm 107:1

God is good. Always.

And this past year has been living proof that His goodness carries us—steadily, faithfully, and all the way through.