Our Story...

Now fully engrossed in my music, I plunked out a few worship songs before landing on an older tune.

With the lone creature still in mind, a sense of urgency filled me as I played; as if I’d been assigned to usher the melody into the throne room of God.

Let’s just say, those are words an impressionable seventh-grader doesn’t soon forget.

While I no longer subscribe to her narrative; I can see how these and similar comments throughout adolescence shaped my internal chatter.

Regardless of her intention, or my ability to forget, the damage was done.

Upon returning home, I found myself crippled with fear at the thought of encountering the recipient of my letter.

Awkward hesitation filled every interaction and I prayed she would bring it up.

After a few months, she finally mentioned the letter, but I was so uncomfortable, I didn’t dive further into the topic.