These are frightening times.
Everywhere we look, there is war, natural disaster, and quiet suffering. People we love are struggling. Even those we admire are not immune. Fear, financial hardship, and emotional pain seem to surround us, and at times it feels as if the world is slowly breaking apart. In moments like these, I find myself questioning my purpose beyond being a parent and a healthcare worker trying to do what is right.
Yet even in this uncertainty, I remain deeply grateful to God for the grace and blessings He has poured over me and my family. Out of that gratitude, I feel called to give back by sharing the talents He has given me. Through the picture books I create, I hope to offer light—positivity, hope, and faith—to those who may be searching for it.
During my social media break, I immersed myself in learning more about who I am, strengthening my creative skills, and deepening my understanding of my relationship with my Creator.
I worked on projects that taught me more than inflation rates or entrepreneurship. More importantly, they taught me the importance of faith. God has saved me so many times, and I recognize that my life itself is a testimony of His love and mercy.
During this hiatus, I was creating a picture book for a truly inspiring woman—Hannah McFadden, my personal hero. And here’s why:
Her story is deeply relatable.
She was adopted, and so was I—not by a single parent, but by the United States.
Like Hannah, I was given a chance—a chance to be nurtured, to grow, and to dream. I was given the opportunity to work, to persevere, and to build a better life for my family.
Hannah became a champion through courage and determination, and in my own way, so did I—just like so many immigrants who came before me and those who will come after me. My victories are not medals around my neck, but the diplomas my children hold in their hands. I did not win gold—I won a future for them.
Hannah was afraid of heights, yet she climbed anyway. She chose to face her fear, one step at a time. I understand that deeply.
I was not afraid of mountains—I was afraid of leaving everything I knew behind to step into a new country with nothing but a job and the hope for something better. Still, I climbed. I crossed that distance. I faced the unknown for the sake of my family.
That is why Hannah’s story touches my heart. It speaks to anyone who has ever been afraid—and kept going anyway.
So I thank Hannah and Deborah for this opportunity. It is truly an honor to create this picture book—a story I hope will empower, comfort, and inspire every reader who holds it in their hands.
Words will never be enough to express how grateful I am to the couple who saved my life—Kate and Allen—to my family, and to everyone who has supported me in so many ways.
I may not be posting very often, but please know how deeply I appreciate your presence, your kindness, and love in this beautiful community.
Thank you,
Roselle
