But just a year into our marriage, things were not going well. Years of living as a professional pain escape artist wasn’t making my wounds go away. It was only delaying my healing. Inside my heart, I was still the little girl with father wounds, who felt broken inside. Who still couldn’t fathom God’s deep love for her.

My husband couldn’t heal me so when he didn’t fill those holes in my heart, I bought into another lie from the Enemy, Maybe someone else will. I substituted the beautiful intimacy God longed to have with me for an affair. And in a moment, my life was completely undone.

To anyone with eyes, our marriage appeared damaged beyond all repair. I mean, heck even the Bible sees divorce as the logical consequence for my actions. However, praise be to God, that wasn’t where our story ended. After agreeing to attend church together, my husband and I experienced something unexpected that Sunday morning— Hope. Hope that maybe we weren’t so far gone and God could actually repair the broken pieces of my life and our marriage.

It’s as if I heard God whisper, Sweet daughter I want more than salvation for you. I want healing for you. I want freedom. Through therapy and a series of church small groups, I began identifying the lies I grew up believing about myself. And replacing them with the truth found in God’s Word.  I stopped escaping pain and allowed myself to feel it, crying so many tears my lips were chapped for weeks. It’s when I began surrendering bad habits to him, like drinking wine for comfort instead of going to him first. I sacrificed my time to meet with Him—talking to him and reading his Word, experiencing true intimacy with my Father.

Not only did God heal my marriage, he healed me. He is still healing me. That’s the thing about God: He’s always got more for us. That’s the point of following him. We don’t really know where he is leading us so we continue to look to him and take steps. He leads us and we take that next step. That’s how I’m here, writing this ‘About Me’ section for you today. God led me out of a job to care for my son who was diagnosed with Leukemia. During that painful journey of raw dependence upon the Lord, I began writing more and blogging about our experience. That was also when God opened a door for me to attend seminary. I was hungry to learn as much as I could about Him, theology and the Christian faith. Since earning my degree from Dallas Theological Seminary, I signed with a literary agent and have been writing like crazy! My book, Pray for Him, is the first of many I hope to write to you. Honestly, I am just honored you would take your precious time to consider reading the words I write. My prayer is that you would come to know God more intimately and live more freely. Thank you so much for being here sweet girl!