What is the Hollow?

I didn’t start Honey for the Hollow with a plan.

There wasn’t a five-step vision board or a perfect, faith-filled pitch. There was just a moment — one of those heavy, postpartum, silence-is-too-loud kind of nights — where I needed somewhere to put the ache.

I was holding my son in one arm and everything I thought I’d be in the other.
I was grateful. I was grieving. I was deeply in love with the baby I had prayed for and completely undone by how much it all hurt.
And I didn’t know where to say that out loud.

No one prepares you for what it feels like to be a single mother before the baby even arrives.
No one talks about how hard it is to hold both answered prayers and heartbreak at the same time.
No one warns you that belief doesn’t make it easier — it just makes it deeper.

So this space? This is the hollow.
The in-between place.
Not the miracle moment, not the full testimony — just the quiet middle where you’re surviving and rebuilding at the same time.

It’s the late-night drive when the baby finally falls asleep and so do your defenses.
It’s the prayer you whisper on your bathroom floor because folding towels is the only thing you can control today.
It’s wondering if you're failing your child — and realizing he's still smiling at you like you hung the moon.

And it’s holy, even when it doesn’t feel like it.
God’s not just in the breakthrough — He’s in the breakdown, too.

So Honey for the Hollow is for those of us living in the sacred middle.
The ones still becoming. Still surrendering. Still believing, even when it's quiet.
It’s for the moms. The dreamers. The half-healed and still-hoping.
It’s for you, if you’ve ever wondered if grace could find you here.

Spoiler: it already has.

Welcome home.