Throughout Scripture, God’s people built stone altars to remember what God had done. Not because they were afraid they would forget the event. But because they never wanted to forget the God who met them there. This is one of mine. I would love to say I had a perfect walk with the Lord. That my testimony was one where Jesus got ahold of me, set me free, delivered me, and I never looked back. But that’s not my story. My journey looks different. If you would have told me in my

Dear 90’s Kim, You yelled too much. You smoked too much. You cussed too much. You said you wanted one thing and did another. You felt rejection deeper than you knew how to name. So you people-pleased. You overgave. You lost yourself trying to hold onto everything else. You were messy. You were inconsistent. You were hurting. But you were also surviving. You survived even when it felt like the darkness would swallow you whole. You survived self-hate that clawed