We’re called to witness, but what does that mean? Especially in a world that ridicules faith and diminishes God's Word? My recovery journey began almost a decade ago. In the beginning, I coveted my healing. I was newly reborn, learning to navigate this new life. I was hesitant to talk about it, even with those... Continue Reading →
I broke a thousand times before I fell because that’s what it took for me to reach for His grace. A thousand wrong turns, a thousand broken promises, a thousand tears led me to one moment of grace. Every time I broke, I swore it would be the last time. Lying in the rubble of... Continue Reading →
God doesn't leave us to wander lost in the wilderness. He relentlessly pursues us. I was lost in the wilderness for a long time, battling demons, caged by my past, and suffocating under the weight of my own guilt and shame. This story isn’t pretty, but then, neither was I. At the age of six,... Continue Reading →
When we feel unworthy of God’s grace, it’s not because His grace is insufficient. It’s because we’re still holding on to things already forgiven. I’ve struggled with that. With feeling unworthy, because the weight of sin is heavy. As heavy as the cross Jesus carried. But He carried it for a reason. He carried it because... Continue Reading →
For over thirty years, I suffered in the darkness of my own making until my reality became a prison. One I’d locked with my own hands. My voice came as a whisper rather than a shout, but God heard my cry and answered me. My fall from grace was gradual. Small choices that led to... Continue Reading →
