My Story
A little back story to this vision of mine began years ago. I suddenly lost my mom shortly before I turned 22. The devastation I endured was on most days more than I could bare. I was thrown into a world of grief that I had no idea how to maneuver through, it was overwhelming. I not only lost my mother but my very best friend and before I knew it I was left with nothing but memories in which I cherished more than anything; it was all I had to hold onto. My fondest memories always led me back to our times of walking along the beach looking for seashells and sea turtle nests in hopes that we would get to experience watching them hatch. So then the beach became my safe place, it's a place I could go and refresh my weary spirit and tired soul by listening to the waves crash against the shore. I have walked a long journey through grief. Most days I felt as though all I could do was tread water to stay afloat. I thank Jesus everyday for all that I have learned through my brokenness, for the courage it's taken to live with my pain and for the strength it's taken to remain on the shore.