Welcome to Holy Random!
I’ve thought about starting this space for a long time—a place to let my thoughts breathe. A space without a blueprint. A space where I don’t have to pick just one topic to write about, because—well—my brain doesn’t work that way!
I wanted to create a place that felt both sacred and unscripted.
So, how did we end up here?
Back in 2020, when the pandemic hit, like many others, I suddenly found myself with extra time on my hands. I used that time strategically to go back to school and earn a coaching certification. Once I completed my studies, I was ready to take on the world—one bold bite at a time.
I started writing again and even began revisiting a column I had dreamed of launching since 2011 (more on that down the road!). But just as things in my professional life were beginning to take off, life threw me the most unexpected curveball yet: my marriage came to an end.
Everything I thought was real… wasn’t. And I found myself facing the biggest identity crisis of my life.
Still, I did what I had always done best: put on a brave face and push forward. Armed with the socially misguided concept—“Whatever happens, don’t let it get to you. The show must go on”—I jumped headfirst into my projects.
Spoiler alert: That wasn’t wise.
Through therapy—and the gentle, unrelenting conviction of the Holy Spirit—I began to slow down. Eventually, I paused several projects entirely. I needed time and space to heal.
I was burnt out. I felt lost. I was still trying to figure out what was real and what wasn’t. And if I truly cared about the things I was building, I had to be honest with myself.
I needed to rebuild my foundation. If I wanted to build something strong and sustainable, it had to start with truth.
And the truth was: I was devastated and in no shape to sustain any of my ideas.
I’m not going to lie—that was a hard pill to swallow.
But I was determined to break unhealthy cycles, including my own. So, I took the last two years to heal—like it was my full-time job.
I went to individual therapy, group therapy, joined coaching programs, and participated in support groups.
When I say healing became my full-time job, it’s not one of my hyperboles.
I jumped into the deep end—with shoes and all!
Little by little, I’m getting stronger.
I’m starting to build again—with no rush, at my own pace, and trusting not my own plans, but His.
So here we are.
This space is part of the rebuilding. It’s honest, it’s holy, and it’s a little random.
Here, you’ll find:
Honest reflections about faith that don’t pretend life is always neat and tidy
The mess and beauty of family, culture, and legacy
Conversations around mental health, healing, and unlearning the stigma
Real-life adventures, from travel to trying something new to just surviving Tuesday
I don’t promise to have all the answers—but I do promise to keep it real, raw, and rooted in grace and faith.
If you’re tired of curated perfection and looking for something a little more honest, a little more sacred, and a lot more human—you’re in the right place.
Join me.
Let’s see where this takes us.
Ivelisse :)
