Why I Write About Broken Things

My life has been shaped by imperfection and brokenness.

I have known abuse within my family (excluding my father), the loss of my dad to cancer, years of childhood bullying, and the ache of loving people who could not love me back. Because of this, I have always been suspicious of stories that offer cheap hope. The stories that ring truest to me are the ones that bear scars—stories that acknowledge how long healing can take, how costly grace can be, and how endurance is often quiet and unseen.

There is a certain beauty in flaws and scars, in chipped paint and frayed edges. They speak of time, survival, and persistence. Scripture reminds us that God’s power is most clearly displayed not in strength, but in weakness. The apostle Paul pleaded with God for deliverance from what he called his “thorn in the flesh,” and God replied, “My grace is sufficient for you, for My power is made perfect in weakness” (2 Corinthians 12:9). Grace does not work on our timeline, and it is never cheap—but it is always sufficient. God does not waste brokenness. He redeems it.