The Beauty — and Power — of Restorying Your Story
Some stories feel beyond redemption. Trauma doesn’t tie itself up neatly, and healing rarely moves in straight lines. But over time, God begins to weave threads we couldn’t see at first — using even the gifts shaped in pain as instruments of restoration. He doesn’t erase our story; he reframes it. And as he heals us in ways fitted to our souls, we become people who help others find hope in theirs.
Further Up and Further In
Some places wake something in us we didn’t know had fallen asleep. They remind us that beauty is real, desire is good and the story is not winding down but opening up. The gospel does not shrink our longings; it redeems them. The invitation still stands: further up, further in — toward more wonder, not less.
Let Me Start with the Hard Things (And Yet)
It wasn’t easy to say the words, but it was even crazier to hear them.
My eyes locked on hers when she said them, sure and clear, like the most normal thing in the world. If I could pull each word apart, string it together like the most dangerous lasso, my neck could go right there, the rope threads just where they needed to be. “We’ve all had abortions,” she said. “We’ve all messed up.”