The Truth
Twenty years ago I made myself a promise that I would never return to the darkest place I’d ever been. This is the story of the lie that almost convinced me otherwise—and the song that reminded me what was actually true.
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Between the Verses
I used to wish the Bible gave us more detail. More emotion. More character development. Now I wonder if the spaces between the verses are where we’re meant to place our own stories.
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The Silence of My Suffering
Deep pain has poor peripheral vision. For a season, all I could see was my own survival. I thought that meant I had become selfish. Now I wonder if it simply meant I was human.
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Passenger Princess
I thought surrender would feel brave. Instead, it felt like exhaustion. One day I stopped fighting for the steering wheel—not because I trusted the road, but because I had nothing left. That’s when I discovered Someone else had been driving all along.
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I Stayed Gone
I’ve spent most of my life filling every quiet moment with noise. Music. Podcasts. Television. Books. I thought I loved sound. Maybe I was just afraid of what silence might have to say.
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The Puzzle
I spent years believing the worst day of my life only took from me. Thirty years later, I can finally see the unexpected gifts that quietly grew in its wake. Grief didn’t disappear—but my perspective did.
