I've been there

We are all born into a broken world to imperfect parents and I've since come to know, that no adult will love a child like our Heavenly Father does. For many years, I wished that I could have shared a story of how my biological father was the safe place I needed Him to be. About how he gave me piggyback rides or helped me ride my first bike. But, the reality is, that just isn't my story. There were no piggyback rides or first bike rides. Instead, I spent those years attempting to escape what no child should ever endure.

After 34 years, I had reached the end of attempting to heal the pain myself and fell on my face in front of Jesus. He didn't find me in the church building, He found me broken, weeping and crying out for answers on my living room floor. As I began to walk faith, it was clear to me that Christ had died for me, I just couldn't fully embrace Him because I didn't trust Him, and over time, throughout our personal relationship, He gently led me to see that I was seeing Him through the lens of my biological father.

My heart was guarded with shame, grief and pain.

For many women, sometimes their first very painful experience with a man happens within their first relationship with one - their Father.

If this is you, like it was for me, maybe this wound grew into a seed of self-destruction, where you sought dangerous and wicked things of this world.  You then came to know the Lord and now later realise that you aren't experiencing His fullness and thriving in your relationship with Him.

Pain and emotional idols are still harbouring your heart.

Even when we come to know Him, as miraculous as it is, there are always things that the Lord needs to prune out over time.

It was through my own process of healing with the Lord that I discovered the transformative power of addressing both emotional pain and spiritual growth with Him. He taught me how to create a safe space for vulnerability, where I could confront my wounds, the idols of my heart and invite Him into my healing journey.

Truthfully and intimately.

None of this was about just going to church on Sunday, it was about thriving in His design - having a full relationship with Him through seeking Him daily.

The beautiful, the ugly and the messy.

Now, I’m passionate about sharing what I’ve learned with fellow sisters, I understand the complexities of this deep wound, and I want to walk alongside you. Together, we can explore your experiences and cultivate a deeper, intimate relationship with God.

Because, our wounds do not have the final say - Christ's act of pure love does.