Hello Dear Friend

Outdone, overcome, and overwhelmed would all be pretty good words to describe what these past few months have looked and felt like for me. Since my last letter, back in April, ‘A Wicked Masquerade’, God has been moving in my heart and life in a way that can only be described as reckless.

He’s exposed the masquerade of lies. He’s breaking it all down, ripping away the masks, tearing down strongholds, and peeling back layer upon layer. As He exposes more and more it’s like I’m pulling at a string on the bottom of a curtain. The more I pull at the string the more the curtain begins to unravel and the more that the curtain is unraveled the more the truth, that’s been locked away and hidden in me for so long, is revealed.  

Hope! How long had it been since Sarah had felt genuine hope? She couldn’t remember. Maybe it was because she hadn’t realized until now that

I first started writing this letter over two weeks ago. I was on vacation and looking out at the ocean trying my best to get a new letter ou

Stepping out of the local tavern, Mary’s eyes squint from the bright sun. She stands still for a few moments to let them adjust

It’s raining so heavily that before I know it, I’m drenched and freezing as I look up to see a sign hanging above the doorway to a darkened

A heart is a fragile thing. That's why we protect them so vigorously, give them away so rarely, and why it means so much when we do. Some he