I’m not here to tell you what to do. I’m not here because I’ve reached a point in my life where I’m okay and I got this. I’m not here because I’m gracious enough to share life’s answers with you.
I’m here to share my scuffed and scarred little soul with you. I’m here to share how I chose freedom. How I chose to get help. How I chose to lay everything I had down at the cross.
I hope you listen. I hope you see some of yourself in me. I hope you see a little bit of Jesus and I hope you want more of Him.
Most of all, I hope you see that just like my hot mess of a life doesn’t define me, yours doesn’t have to either.