In this space I speak life over what feels broken and whisper truth into the places where hope has grown quiet. Every word is prayerfully written to remind you: you’re not too far gone, not too tired, and it's not too late for the goodness of God to break in.
In this space I speak life over what feels broken and whisper truth into the places where hope has grown quiet. Every word is prayerfully written to remind you: you’re not too far gone, not too tired, and it's not too late for the goodness of God to break in.
I sat in church, tissues shredding in my nervous hands, as tears threatened to spill and the knot in my throat tightened. I was slowly losing it in the back pew that morning. The sanctuary, usually a refuge, felt heavy with my unshed tears and unvoiced fears. I had a choice: Lead with honesty or […]
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