Every story of redemption starts with a story of loss. Until a person recognizes his or her brokenness, there can be no story of redemption.
At some point in your life, something broke you. Maybe nobody else knows that. Maybe you’re good at hiding it. And maybe you don’t even admit it to yourself.
But somewhere along the way, we all get lost. We all get broken. Some people cover it up. Some people embrace the brokenness and claim they like living that way. Most of us live in denial about it for as long as we can.
Finding redemption is messy. It involves getting honest with ourselves and others. It means we finally stop lying and pretending. It means we give up our pride.
And this is the reason most people never find redemption for themselves. They choose to live with lies and denial rather than to face the painful truth, even though they long for something deeply transformative and they desperately wish for a way out of something they can’t quite identify.
The ones who never find redemption are tragic. The beautiful stories are of those who are deeply broken and lost, yet find hope and redemption. It‘s their stories I need to tell.

Each unexpected death forces me to confront limits of my own life
Fear of terrifying future makes heart look to the past for clarity
Practically and legally, it’s true: Good fences make good neighbors
Will those on the left upset about Halliburton now go after Obama?
It took me years to feel the anger I’d repressed since childhood
Unexpected meeting forces me to believe I might fall in love again
Pretty much everyone shrugs at my most life-changing discovery
Surreal dream wakes, shakes me; which is reality, which is dream?
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