My first-grade teacher was asked to choose one student to explain the meaning of Thanksgiving to a local reporter for the town newspaper. I could not understand in that moment how I got so lucky. Many years later, I realized that my words linger in the air a bit longer and often cause people to reflect. God has gifted me with the ability to convey my heart in such a way that it voluntarily evokes  vulnerability from others. I do not take that lightly and ask his blessing before I type or speak. He has shown me how we can transform our trauma through prayer. I promise to use my experiences in hopes that they may begin your healing process too. God has
purpose in all things and wastes nothing. Take my hand and let’s walk this out fearlessly together, one post at a time.