I used to believe my life was over when the lights dimmed and the music stopped. I thought failure, heartbreak, and grief would define me. But the truth is, the Lord never stopped writing my song. He carried me back home, to the very place I once wanted to escape, and showed me that broken things can still be made beautiful. My father, once lost to the bottle, now lifts his voice to preach again. My brother, once wandering in darkness, now studies to become a shepherd to others.
And me-well, I found love, family, and a purpose that no stage or spotlight could ever compare to.
I used to believe my life was over when the lights dimmed and the music stopped. I thought failure, heartbreak, and grief would define me. But the truth is, the Lord never stopped writing my song. He carried me back home, to the very place I once wanted to escape, and showed me that broken things can still be made beautiful. My father, once lost to the bottle, now lifts his voice to preach again. My brother, once wandering in darkness, now studies to become a shepherd to others.
And me-well, I found love, family, and a purpose that no stage or spotlight could ever compare to.