Well, here it is.  My first official blog post.  Had you asked me a year ago, or even 4 months ago, I would have said it would never happen.  After all, I am not a writer, I’m somewhat bad at typing, and I have a bad habit of forgetting to use caps lock (so please just go ahead and prepare yourself to silently forgive me when it happens).  However, God just keeps nudging me.  Those gentle whispers in the back of my mind.  The voice of a very wise friend.  The the very obvious class offered just one week after praying for help.  After all, this story is not mine.  It is His, and my place in it is to share it and all He has done through it.

You see, I am a trauma survivor. My memories are buried deep, in rooms with walls painted and repainted over and over again until I didn’t recognize the truth anymore. It was only after many years of illness and emotional turmoil, and some help from friends and my amazing husband who God placed in my path that I could begin to remember. And through remembering, God begins the restoration, like the artist He is, returning His creation to the work of art He intended me to be.

 

 

So, this blog is intended to be about His story.  Of how He takes brokenness and creates something new. How, in a world where people are broken, He responded by sending His son to die and rise again all for the purpose of having a relationship with me, with you. His perfect plan to take what is broken, dirty, covered, and painted with lies, and repaint it into His perfect piece of artwork.  To restore our relationship with Him so we can be healed over and over again.  My prayer is that as you read this blog you would find courage to face the hurt in your own life and seek that relationship that restores.