He's alive. But I lost him at 15 when he went to prison. I've spent 28 years trying to save my twin brother while grieving the story we were supposed to tell together. This is about what happens when you can't save the person you came into the world with.

I used my obedience to God as a weapon against the people who hurt me. The vision was pure, but my flesh crept in. Here's what it cost me, and what I learned about honoring while obeying.

I spent years angry at my children for not living the life I wrote for them. Turns out, I wasn't disappointed. I was offended. And that offense was destroying us.