I found myself in the ashes; in the wake of choices made for me, and the mess that I had made of myself. The questions were endless, but the answers were scarce. My faith had wavered, my foot had slipped, and my hope was but a dim memory of “what used to be.”
Dirty and bruised, I am rising from the embers. Take my hand. Let’s journey back Home together.
To the brokenhearted and disillusioned Christian, you are not alone. It’s not too late for us. We are not too broken for devotion.
Everything that I have read about blogging insists that I must have a clear and concise way of doing things or else nobody will journey along with me. I don’t fit that mold. My writing can vary from poetry, to devotion, rant, essay, lyrics, and because I am a wife and mother of 5, various stories about my husband and children, The one constant theme that you will hear throughout all of my words though, is that my heart and soul belong first to Jesus, and then to the broken and outcast.
I spent many years studying to be a Christian counselor. In 2015, my world shifted, and that dream had to be put on the shelf. My desire for this blog, is that I am able to bring encouragement to other Christians who may struggle with depression, or just anyone who feels messy and like there is no place for them. I hope to put words to your struggle and to be a soft place for you to land.