Here We Go

I have been told so many times lately that I should start writing. Little did they know, I use to write and I gave up on it because I lost my voice. No, I do not mean I lost it in Wal-Mart somewhere, or that some ugly lady named Ursula took it. I just simply mean what I had to say was not that important anymore. I had fallen so far down that the thought of writing to my friends and to my family was just a waste of time, because they would know it was not the truth. This past year has been one of the hardest and yet most rewarding years of my life. I’m here to find that voice that I sat down covered in shame and guilt, and recover it from the fire. I can tell you that, because that very same voice is no longer covered in the ashes of my mistakes, but in the beauty that God has created from them.

 ^“All praise to God, the Father of our Lord Jesus Christ. God is our merciful Father and the source of all comfort. He comforts us in all our troubles so that we can comfort others. When they are troubled, we will be able to give them the same comfort God has given us. For the more we suffer for Christ, the more God will shower us with his comfort through Christ.”  2 Corinthians 1:3-5

Saying all of this, I want to invite you to hop on my journey of recovery. From the past year to the present, I would like to show you what God is teaching me through the valley’s as well as the mountain tops of life. I do not have it all together, and I thank God that I do not have to. I do know though in my pain I am not alone, and we were meant to comfort each other. I want to give away what I have been given, and I’ve often found that writing is the key to that. Here’s a little update on the past year. I came to Moriah House on May 31, 2016, broken and scared to death. I remember that day like it was yesterday. I was afraid of everything. I talked to no one, and I stayed in my room staring at the walls. (Hey, the walls did not talk to me.) I never thought I’d make it a week much less almost a year. That’s God for you. Speaking of that, I gave my life to Christ on June 19, 2016. My eyes were open, and I have never been the same. Has life been easy? No way. I have a hope though I never had before, and if you ask me that is the beauty of it. And I have been given such a wonderful family. Yes, they are crazy, but they’re my family and I would not trade them for all the money in the world. I graduated from the program in April, and became apart of the staff. I know, once again that is God for you. I often wonder how God can use someone like me, but then I ask myself why not me? I am excited to share God’s word as well as stories from the past year with you. I promise we will laugh and we will cry, but we will do it together. It will be an honor to share my journey and where God is taking me with the ones I love, and the new friends I will gain.

So, here is to lots of laughter, lots of truth, and lots of hope!