I applied to be Dancing Queen

I thought I put "Dancing Queen" on my application…not "Drama Queen."

Dancing Queen.

Dancing.

Not Drama.

No bueno.

If you've walked with me for a bit, you may know my story: of crawling out of a sewer of devastating (non-parent) sexual abuse and anomie; a tough long and fruitful season as a single mom, missing my kids, etc.

I don't offer it up for a Maury Povich moment, but because evil thrives in isolation. Truth busts isolation's stranglehold of the fear that preys on too many good people.

Truth says to the weary and broken:
You are not alone in this fight.

I've discovered so much good in the rise from the evisceration of life.

In the midst of this imperfect living, Joy found me. 

Life filled in the empty spaces and cracks in my days.

Swept the broken pieces, scoured the tub, and aired out the staleness of a seared and abandoned soul.

I felt like I was a victim for too long.

Friends and family remind me of my value in Christ.

And that this fight for freedom is worth it.

Now, I am shaking from a new round of mind-boggling life and humor sustains me.

Humor is a grace gift.

And I will not live as a victim. 

I am not a survivor 

as much as a warrior 

for others who get blind-sided by grief and a death that threatens to rob our soul from Joy.

"Nothing can snatch you out of my hand."

Thank God.

I won't take this lying down.

LifeHouse sings Everything. I will, too.