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.

You can grieve people you had to leave. You can love people whose choices devastated you. You can be grateful for the family you came from and also grateful that you're not still in it. Those things can coexist. There's no shame in choosing yourself. There's no shame in protecting your peace. Sometimes love looks like distance