Time. Money. Energy. As a single mom with two teenagers, It just seems like there’s never enough of any of those things. In fact, it felt hopeless. And I was exhausted. I was like, what’s the point? Then, two years ago, at the invitation of a friend, I found a group of people who had a direction for their lives. They had a purpose. And they helped me find mine too. And oddly enough, I really didn’t expect to find it there. The place was church. The time was Easter. That was MY new beginning.
I had the Lexus, the gated community home, the vacation home ... everything the world tells you is important. I was at the top of my game. Pulling down six figures. I should have felt like I had arrived, right? But there was something missing. In fact, the emptiness was so desperate, I tried to fill it with things that almost destroyed me and everything I had built - you know… alcohol, sex, and well… stuff. Then, as a last ditch effort, I decided to go to a place on a hunch it MIGHT make a difference. It did. That big void in my heart got filled with purpose, peace… REAL life. The place was church. The time was Easter. That was MY new beginning.