Light Carried In Love
At first glance, it might look like I’ve moved on. From the outside, you’ll see a woman running a small business, pouring candles, sharing peaceful moments, and smiling with purpose. But the truth is, grief never really leaves. I’ve just gotten better at holding it.
Making candles has become a quiet form of prayer for me. Every melted ounce of beeswax, every drop of essential oil, and every slow pour into a jar feels like an offering. A way to bring light into a space that is so dark. It’s not just about scent or style, it’s about remembering, honoring, and hoping.
Sweet Like Eden was born from the deepest ache of my life, the day my daughter Eden was born asleep. What felt like the end somehow opened a new beginning. And though nothing will ever bring her back, creating something in her name helps me carry her forward.
Grief doesn’t go away. But God teaches me how to carry it differently. Softer. With trust. With grace. He reminds me that He’s not late. That He’s working even when it’s quiet. Even when I feel forgotten. Even when it feels like everyone else’s story is moving forward while mine feels paused.
Some days, I light one of my own candles just to sit and breathe in the stillness. And in that moment, I remember that God’s timing isn’t just good—it’s perfect. I’m learning to trust that when the time is right, He’ll bless us with another baby. Not as a replacement, never that. But as a continuation of the love He’s planted in our hearts.
This business, this little flicker of light called Sweet Like Eden, is more than a collection of candles. It’s a legacy. It’s a prayer in a jar. It’s my way of saying: even here, even now, there is still beauty. There is still hope.
And I’m holding on to both.
If you’re walking through your own grief right now, I just want to say I see you. You’re not alone. Whether your sorrow is loud or quiet, fresh or faded, God sees it too. And He’s holding you even now.
P.S. If you ever need a reminder that light can come from even the hardest places, that your story matters, or that your baby is not forgotten—you can find me here. And you can always message me. I’d be honored to pray for you.
“The pain you’ve been feeling can’t compare to the joy that’s coming.” Romans 8:18
Xoxo