Compassionate Grief Support with Faith | A Heavenly Touch Ministry

About me

A Heavenly Touch Ministry is more than a mission; it is a sacred tapestry woven from threads of shattered hearts, divine restoration, and an eternal mother’s love.

This sanctuary was birthed in the tender memory of my daughter, Ah’Tiyanna. When she returned to the arms of the Father, the world as I knew it shifted forever. Yet, in the deepest depths of my mourning, I found that the hollow ache in my chest was not a void, but a vessel—one that God began to fill with a supernatural calling to comfort His brokenhearted children.

A Heavenly Touch is the bridge between the pain we carry and the peace we seek. It is a promise that you will never have to navigate the valley of the shadow of death in solitude. What started as my own tear-stained journey has blossomed into a legacy of light, proving that even in our darkest winter, God’s grace can bring forth a harvest of hope.

Every prayer we lift, every hand we hold, and every tear we honor is a tribute to Ah’Tiyanna’s lasting impact. Her spirit breathes through this ministry, reminding us all that while loss is profound, God’s love is deeper—and He is never closer than when we are broken.

From Mourning to Ministry: A Mother’s Sacred Promise

A heartbeat stilled, a world turned cold,
A story that felt far too briefly told.
I reached for you through the empty air,
And found only silence and a mother’s prayer.
But in that silence, I heard your name—
Not whispered in sorrow, but sparked like a flame.

Ah’Tiyanna, my angel, my light, my own,
The seeds of your love were so gracefully sown.
Though my arms are empty, my soul understands
That God placed your legacy deep in my hands.
From the ashes of grief where I fell to my knees,
He whispered a promise through the scent of the breeze.

Now, A Heavenly Touch is the path that we tread,
Where hope is the word and the broken are fed.
Every tear that I dry is a kiss for your face,
Every heart that I hold is your spirit’s embrace.
You aren’t just a memory of what used to be—
You are the pulse of this entire ministry.

So when someone is lost in the dark of the night,
I’ll lead them to you, and I’ll lead them to light.
For your life was a gift, and your passing a key,
To unlock the healing for others like me.
Until we meet there where the golden gates shine,
I’ll keep touching heaven, sweet daughter of mine.