Welcome home! True Life awaits.

There was nothing left.

No home. No job. No school. No fiancé. No plan. No joke.

It felt as if every dream I had ever cherished had met its violent end. I cried harder than I ever had before, searching desperately for a sliver of hope. And I’m happy to tell you, Hope did come…eventually.

What I didn’t realize back in 2002, when everything fell apart, is the quiet misstep that sent the boulder rolling down the mountain. In my search for a true “home,” I leapt toward a job that seemed perfect. I thought it was an open door from God—it led me to a potential spouse, a great church, and a life that looked beautifully on track. Looking back now, I smile at my younger self and the trail of naïve, disastrous choices I made. Ah, to be that young and certain again!

It was all fun and games until this “home” I had constructed started collapsing: first my job, then my education, and finally my relationship. In what felt like seconds, the security I had worked so hard to create was swallowed by a black hole of hurt.

In truth, my safe space had always been wherever my mom was. Her presence brought comfort no matter how heavy the day. Just hearing her voice could steady my heart through the toughest moments of college. After graduation, I tried to recreate that sense of safety—steady job, solid church, new friends, another degree program, a boyfriend. But none of it felt as safe or certain as “home.” I used to tell myself, Home is where the mom is! Yet losing everything showed me a deeper truth: there is only one true homing signal for the heart, and His name is Jesus.

I’d love to tell you the whole story and how I ended up at such a point of crisis, as well as how God took every detail and worked it out for good. Check out my forthcoming book, Choosing True Life, and you’ll get all the details!