Six months ago I started working at HPPC. It’s a place and group of people I love more every day and I’m so thankful to serve there. 

Eight months ago I was more than ready and willing to leave the church behind. I was tired and I was hurting. I loved Jesus but His people made me angry. His people said and did things that I couldn’t reconcile and I wanted no part of it. 

But, God relentlessly pursued (and continues to pursue) me. He sent people along my path to encourage me, even if they didn’t know that’s what they were doing. He sent little hands to hold mine just because. He sent conversations on the sidewalk when I desperately needed it.  He sent music for my soul to rest and delight in. He sent lunches and frozen yogurt, laughter and sassy horses, bear hugs, and authenticity and grace. 

His people made me want to leave, and then His people made me want to stay. 

Peace be the journey.