So this is where it gets real, and I would be lying if I said that putting this on here did not cause me a bit of trepidation and concern… because what you will read here are actual pages from my prayer journals throughout the years. This ongoing written discussion with God is what often kept me going. It is intimate, and raw, and messy, and real.
I simply ask that if you choose to read, please do so from a nonjudgmental place and with grace. We are all works in progress, and sometimes it is not pretty. My hope is that – just as I found comfort in reading Davids psalms – you can find comfort in relating to another human being who is weak, hurting and struggles like you, yet who has found hope and strength to go on.
TRIUMPHANTLY 