06/03/2026
I have been through so much in my life. As a teenager, I was violated by a family member and became pregnant. Not long after, I experienced one of the greatest losses a mother can face—my precious daughter, Adalyn, passed away at just 18 months old.
After her death, I felt lost. I spent years searching for the little girl inside of me who had been wounded, broken, and silenced by trauma. No matter where I looked, I could not find her.
Then I encountered Jesus Christ. When I accepted Him as my Lord and Savior, my healing journey began. Through His love, grace, and mercy, He started putting the broken pieces of my life back together. The Holy Spirit led me to share my story, and I was instructed to tell the world what God had brought me through.
Writing my first book about in**st, r**e, and molestation forced me to revisit some of my deepest wounds. One of those wounds was the loss of my daughter—a pain I had buried for years. I had to face the reality that she was only with me for a short time, yet she left a permanent imprint on my heart.
More than 30 years have passed, but some days it still feels like yesterday. I often wonder what Adalyn would look like today and what kind of woman she would have become. Yet through the tears, I have learned that grief and faith can walk hand in hand.
My testimony is not just about pain; it is about God’s power to heal, restore, and redeem. What the enemy meant for evil, God has used for His glory. My story is proof that trauma does not have to define your future, and that even in the darkest seasons, God can bring light, purpose, and healing.
Sleep well, my precious daughter, Adalyn Archangel Lambey. You are forever loved, forever remembered, and forever in my heart.
“He heals the brokenhearted and binds up their wounds.” — Psalm 147:3
