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Welcome, Everyone! My name is Corey Moore. I love my most important job roll as a wife and mother of two. I’m a southern, christian woman from North Carolina. I’m an entrepreneur and owner of two businesses. My passion is pageantry, and I am the co-executive director of Miss Morganton, Caldwell County, Catawba Valley, and Carolina Foothills. I consider myself a philanthropist and enjoy volunteering. I spend my Sundays as a childrens ministry leader, and lead the nursery team at church. I consider myself a foodie, and I love traveling to new places. I hope you will enjoy this blog and become inspired!

The Real Ones: Forgiving What You Never Got an Apology For

A letter from the heart of a big sister who’s been there. Hey, baby girl. There are some things we need to talk about — things I wish someone would’ve told us sooner. Because I know what it feels like to carry pain in silence. To wait for the apology that never came. To wonder…
The Real Ones: Church Girls with Trauma.. Let’s Talk About It

Some of us were raised in pews but grew up in pain. We clapped our hands on Sundays and cried ourselves to sleep on Mondays. We learned to worship while wounded. We wore dresses over bruises—some visible, others buried so deep in the soul only God could see them. We were the good girls from…
Stay Planted, Sis

1 Corinthians 15:58 (NIV) “Therefore, my dear brothers and sisters, stand firm. Let nothing move you.” ➤ Planted doesn’t mean passive—it means immovable in Christ. There’s a quiet unraveling happening in the hearts of believers. Not loud. Not always obvious. But steady. One skipped Sunday turns into a season away. One offended heart turns into…
Drowning in the Dark — And Still, He Came 🕊️

There are moments in life where the ache feels endless. Not dramatic. Not loud. Just… quietly heavy. You’re not angry. You’re just tired. You’re not rebellious. You’re just worn thin. And some days, you’re not even sure what to pray anymore. Jesus wept. He—our Savior, our Healer, the One who could raise the dead—stood in…
The Fire That Didn’t Burn Me Part Two: Velvet Fangs

The soft-spoken ones who bite—when charm conceals harm. Not every wound leaves a scar on the surface. Some injuries come quietly—through kind words with cruel motives, through approval that disappears when you grow, through people who once praised you but only to manipulate you later. They weren’t always loud. They were often polished. Poised. Even…
The Fire That Didn’t Burn Me Series Part One: The Ones Who Smiled Anyway

❤️‍🔥 They never saw it coming. Not the eye-rolls behind the smiles. Not the slow fade of friendship. Not the ones who cheered… until you started winning. You gave soft answers in sharp spaces. Held doors open for hearts that slammed them shut. Shared light with people who swore they weren’t living in shadows. But…