Who am I? And why am I here?
These questions stormed my soul, post-crash.
I had it all together. I’d chosen certain roles and responsibilities to complete my image of cool, smart, and spiritual…until everything I’d chosen tumbled down.
- Unexpected divorce.
- Our teenagers moved out.
- My home lost and treasured possessions hocked.
- My career teetered.
- Broken-hearted, I watched as friends also slithered away.
I felt so bottomed out, I wondered how my heart continued to beat and lungs take in air. Why should they? Life didn’t seem worth living.
I faced the huge burden of starting over.
I had to know for sure there was a God. That He saw me…and cared.
God assured me, unmistakably, that He was there. In a million ways— through prayer, scriptures, journaling, wise friends in coffee shops, music, and books that mysteriously found their way to me—He gave me insight and answers. I felt seen and loved by Him.
In retrospect, I realize:
God invited me on a journey to draw close to Him and uncover who He created me to be.
This journey has taken me to graduate school, to a new city, and to ventures I would not have planned for myself–including teaching a “Find Your Purpose” class to prisoners and writing blog posts.
Writing on these digital pages connects me to readers on every continent. The most viewed post is:
My favorite blog post (written for another publication) is:
And this is a post I wrote years ago, early in my journey. I view it regularly to remind myself it’s OK to start over. I hope it encourages you:
Will you join me? Your comments, questions, and stories are welcomed.