Darkness didn’t get the last word in my story; God did, and He wrote a new story from the ashes. She coveted her story. Carried all its weight. Built her walls so tall and wide, Nothing could penetrate. She disguised her weakness, behind a mask of strength. Until her frail foundation, could no longer bear... Continue Reading →
How life taught me the value of seeking God daily, not just in the storm. They’re called “prayers from the foxhole" for a reason. The term originated during World War I. Foxholes were hastily dug burrows or trenches, used to protect soldiers from enemy fire. Housing only one or two soldiers, they allowed troops to... 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 →
Our moment of truth comes whether we're ready or not. It doesn't matter when it comes; what matters is what we do with it when it does. My moment of truth didn't come gently. It came as a storm. Waves slamming into the walls I’d so carefully built. Not content with just breaking them, but... Continue Reading →
I’ve learned many lessons during my recovery journey. Powerful, life-changing lessons. But the most powerful is this — Getting out of God’s way is the ONLY way to lasting healing and peace. I’ve written about surrender many times since my journey began. I always return to that one word —surrender. Which is getting out of God's... Continue Reading →
