Light at the End of The Broken Road

Sitting outside in our new living space is the perfect place to reflect. I need days like this–days of catching up on minor chores, crossing off long-needed repairs on my to-do list, and time for pondering. Most of my inspiration for writing comes when there’s time for my mind to wander. The flutter of a bird or the rhythm of wind chimes triggers a memory and down the rabbit hole I fall. Next thing I know I’m searching for a photo or date on a calendar trying to piece together the details of my story.

 

It's all good though. I’m not triggered by bad images any longer and memories aren’t as painful as they once were. I’ve worked through mountains of grief and trauma and come out the other side a different person.

 

I’m thankful for every bump in the road, every detour, but especially the broken road I’ve traveled to get to where I am today. 

 

I’m in the final phase of my book, The Broken Road, and I can’t wait to share how God healed me of childhood trauma. It’s really His story of redeeming the broken child inside a grown woman.

 

You may be thinking, “Oh great, another memoir about somebody’s abuse and all the people she blames.”

 

That’s not the goal for this writer or this book. I believe there’s power in telling our stories so it can help someone else find healing. As an introvert who protects her privacy, I have no desire to just be another voice saying, “Me too.” I want to point people to the only true source of genuine healing—and that’s Jesus Christ. If not for Him, and the people He placed in my life, I would be six feet under.

 

For now, I am going to treasure these days of pondering and listen for the sweet nuggets of inspiration. Writing from a healed heart and mind gives me so much joy, but I had to travel the broken road to get here. And because of that, it’s all worth it.

Finding My Place to Be Still

I’m sitting in front of the fire at one of my favorite places on earth. The Cove is a unique place, filled with the best people, and the coziest spaces. 

My writing friends and I come every year in February for a writing conference. This is our place to retreat from the world and focus on the written word. We share our hopes, plans, struggles, successes, and of course good food and conversation. The Cove is known for their delicious meals, and this year is no exception.

This place has a spiritual presence that I haven’t found anywhere else. God’s word is spoken here daily, His name is lifted high in praise as well. It’s as if this is but a glimpse of what awaits us in heaven. It’s a place to meet like-minded believers with a common goal of sharing the gospel through books, devotionals, music, articles, and social media posts.

 

I come to this mountain expecting to hear from God, and He never disappoints. His word says, “Be still and know that I am God…” and this place is the soil where I plant my vision for future words. When I’m finally still, I feel His presence and know He is with me, and has given me a message to share, whether through a book, poetry, devotionals, or blog posts.

 

I pray you have a place where you can be still and know that He is God. You will be filled with such joy and peace that your soul will want you to return year after year. And that, my friends, is something money can’t buy.