My first memories are before five years old—sitting
on my bed and fellowshipping with God. So, my
story begins here, through the wide and curious
eyes of an isolated little girl who’ll spend the next few decades
overcoming rejection and temptations.
No one taught me how to be in the Lord’s presence or
how to have deep, meaningful conversations with Him. Our
fellowship simply began the moment my lonely little heart
hurt like no child’s should, and God showed up to comfort
me. He assured me I belong to Him, then told me to call on
Him whenever I felt alone or needed my heavenly Father’s
loving embrace. I’m convinced God knew this would help
me throughout my life, and He’s right, it has. Sometimes,
the only reassuring thing I could count on was feeling that
welcoming embrace.
Loneliness and rejection in my childhood home...