Writing + creativity have always been part of how I've found relief from life's curveballs.

But shame always had a way of keeping me silent–so much so that I bought into the lie that my story didn't matter, and therefore, was unworthy of sharing.

And really, there's some truth to that.

On its own, the pain of my past is both unique + familiar compared to the brokenness of others. My life's narrative is riddled with insecurity, heartbreak–the caused kind + the effected kind–and looking for love in all the wrong places.

When a story like this blends in with the rest of hurting humanity, it may give a "me too" kind of comfort for a moment. But ultimately, it is void of purpose, void of good, void of hope.

Yet what makes our stories worth sharing, what gives our life sacred value, is that

there is someone who can "rewrite our histories with love"

...if we'd let him. 

And that someone is Jesus.

I've tried to be like everyone else.
I've tried holding it all together–even my deepest pain.
I've tried performing to earn God's love + approval.

And I've failed time and again, miserably.

But Jesus is better than anything in this world I could strive for.

And it's him who makes us worthy, him who breathes purpose + redemption into our lives, and him who makes every part of our stories matter.

This space is for those who are finally coming to terms with the ego-shattering/soul-wrenching truth that they will never be enough...and that there's a good God who knows that, loves 'em anyway and made the Way for all to become his sons + daughters.

This space is for those who are weary of striving for perfection.

This space is for those who recognize their need for the Savior and are ready to let his reckless love in to do the heavy lifting.

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