Sometimes abundance looks like sitting next to a stranger and sharing your story. Sometimes it looks like listening.

In isolation, I believed nobody would understand my struggles. In community, I discovered I wasn’t alone.

I didn’t have to hide anymore. I could be the real me in God’s freedom. My old life died, and new life had come.

My life was a tightrope, and I lived in constant fear of misstepping and falling out of God’s grace.