Her Faith Was Fierce—And So Is Mine

People ask me a lot how I stay strong—how I keep my faith through the unimaginable.

The truth? I choose to believe in God’s promises.

I hold onto faith because I’ve seen what faith can do.

My daughter Schuylar lived a life full of purpose and compassion. Through her faith, she touched and changed so many lives. She once stood for 24 hours straight on her college campus to raise awareness for human trafficking and modern-day slavery. She traveled to 13 third-world countries to share God’s love, and in doing so, she found her true self.

She loved people right where they were, exactly as they were—just like God asks us to.

Even in her hardest moments and weakest hours, Schuylar followed her faith all the way to a baptistry in Georgia. That night, something incredible happened. Over a dozen people were saved because of her faith. A woman who couldn’t even step into the baptistry was healed at the exact moment Schuylar was baptized.

I didn’t know any of this until I watched her baptism video months after she passed. I sat there, tears pouring down my face, overwhelmed by the impact my daughter had on people she’d never even met.

So who am I to lose faith when my daughter was so faithful?

And more than that—who am I to turn away from God because He used my daughter to bring others to Him?

God gave His only Son to save me. If He would do that, how could I not believe He would use my daughter to save others?

Schuylar was entrusted to me by God. She was ultimately His. And she chose to be faithful to her Heavenly Father.

In just 31 short years, she touched more hearts and lives than most of us will in a lifetime.

So yes—this is the deepest hurt I’ve ever known.

But still… I choose faith.
I choose joy in the grief.
I choose hope.

Because I know that one day, I’ll stand before God—and I’ll get to hug my sweet, sweet girl again.

That, my friends, is why I keep believing.