Heather is a pinkish/purple-y flowering plant that survives, and even thrives in difficult circumstances.  Fittingly, this is something that others have said about me, as well.

Life has quite often felt desolate and lonely, yet, this is where God has planted me. In the barren plains of life, The Lord has called me to come alongside others in their loneliness and pain, to offer relationship and hope, two of the most important ingredients in healing a soul.

I love words, and I love using them through writing or deep conversation. It is my great desire that in these pages you might find hope, help, and the glorious realization that you’re absolutely not alone.

For many years, I’ve claimed Romans 4:17b as my absolute favorite verse of Scripture: {He} gives life to the dead and calls into being things that were not (NIV). It was my prayer for years, that God would give life to the dead, which for the longest time was how I described my husband: dead. Oh, he was alive in the sense that he was walking around and breathing air, but he was dead emotionally and relationally. So was our marriage. And I wanted out.  

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But I just couldn’t leave.

Oh, I dreamed of it. I even knew what lawyer I would use. But you know what’s incredibly ironic? I’m a Licensed Marriage and Family Therapist who counsels in a Christian group private practice. Yup. Sounds pretty bad, but that’s where I was.

There were many reasons behind my husband’s struggles…depression, sleep apnea, a significant job loss seven years ago, and having grown up in a dysfunctional family were the highlights. But I just wanted him to function.

Early on we sought counseling from a man who quickly became my mentor, and I believe had it not been for him and his willingness to be used by God for my good, our marriage would have hit the hit the fan years ago.

But it didn’t.

I stayed. And the wonderful thing that happened was that not only did God give life to my emotionally dead husband, he gave it to me and to our marriage. I never, ever, in a million years thought I would be writing those words. I had lost all hope. I was determined to stay married, because I’d made the covenant between God and Chris, but I was positive that I would be miserable the rest of my life.

So, dear friend, I believe my job is to hold on to hope for you and for your marriage. I understand that everyone’s situation is different, and I’ll be the first to admit that there are some marriages that simply cannot be salvaged, for various reasons. But if you need a fresh dose of hope, I’m your girl. If I haven’t lived it myself, then I’ve heard it from my clients on my little blue couch. Translation: you’re never alone.

As we walk one another Home, my hope is that this little corner of the internet and of my heart is a soft place for you to land on days when it feels like all is lost.  Pull up a chair, I've got time to linger with you.