let the redeemed of the Lord tell their story.
Psalm 107:2
I’ve been keeping a secret.
A long, beautiful secret.
A memoir, some would say—told through a series of short stories, flashbulb memories, and encounters with Jesus that have carried me through the last five years.
It’ll be raw and real and writing it has given me nightmares, but there is no nightmare like untimely silence.
I pray you will find it a lifeline and an anchor, a gust of hope and a treasure map, a constellation of burning lights that will point you home.
It took a long time before I was ready to create this blog. But all the while, the only God who weeps over death has been rolling aside another gravestone, and His loud voice is calling my story to come out.
Because I have long grown weary of holding so much resurrection inside.