After years of holding onto memories.
Of journaling through hard seasons. Of learning how to walk with God — how to trust Him in the darkest valleys.
After documenting pain, injustice, and moments I didn't yet have words for — notes filling my phone, pages filling notebooks, thoughts and prayers and questions poured out over time.
God had been asking me to write for a long time. Then He asked me to share it. But I waited. Longer than I should have.
Now I'm going back — gathering the pages, the memories, the moments that shaped me — and weaving them together. Line by line. Story by story. Healing by healing.
This is why I write.
And today, I get to tell you that the first book in the Princess Warrior Series is live.
Some women don't lose themselves because they are weak. They lose themselves because they were taught that disappearing is holy.
She didn't tolerate mistreatment out of insecurity. She tolerated it out of devotion.
She carried what wasn't hers — money, time, responsibility, emotional weight — believing it honored Jesus. She thought suffering well would prove her faith.
But the weight did not produce holiness.
It produced exhaustion. Resentment. Guilt.
And for many women, a quiet thought they were too ashamed to say out loud: If this is Christianity, I can't do this anymore.
This book is for her.
It's for the woman holding on by a thread. And for the woman who walked away because she confused Jesus with the misuse of His name.
The Lie I Thought Was Holy reveals how misapplied holiness breaks women — and how the real Jesus restores them.
Because Jesus was never endlessly available. He was obedient.
And obedience is not self-erasure.
One book at a time. For His glory. Always.
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— Galatians 5:1
— Marcella