We all have a past, right? Some of us try to hide from it (ahem) while others of us can’t seem to push beyond it. My story isn’t the most interesting or the prettiest or even the ugliest. It doesn’t define me, though it certainly shaped much of who I’ve become. As I wrote it, I was in awe of the strikingly clear evidence of God’s hand in my life, even when I couldn’t see it. As I read back over it today, I’m thrilled in the very depths of my soul because I know without a doubt He’s still at work! I squeezed over three decades into two little posts (which you’ll find directly below) for the sake of brevity!