Welcome to The Rescued Letters!
Rescued, as in God has rescued me over and over again. And quite literally, He has saved my life. He is a rescuer. It’s what He does best.
Letters, as in I write letters to people here. Mostly to women and mostly about equipping them to trust in God, face their greatest fears, and choose life, especially when life presents its most difficult circumstances. I think it takes great courage to face life on this earth. I know this because I face life everyday with a terminal genetic disorder. So I’d like to help you live courageously too.
Every letter that you read here has been rescued by God. And so these are the rescued letters.
True confessions: I am really comfortable putting words in someone else’s mouth. I’ve been a ghostwriter in the corporate world and as a freelancer for quite a while now. Put me behind a keyboard and an alias and I’m your girl. I can write for days. And then I’ll go on home and pretend that I didn’t just expose my heart or mind or soul to the whole world…because I didn’t. And I’m really comfortable with that.
Sure, I’ve dabbled a little in the blogging world under my own name over at The Yoga Letters, trying to hone my voice as a yoga teacher. But quite frankly, it took me two years before I had the courage to share any of that with anyone. I don’t do vulnerability well.
But this is different.
The Rescued Letters is the story of a simple girl from a small town who has been rescued by God’s grace more times that I can count. This is the story of two words spoken in silence on a quiet summer morning. This is the story of a faithful God, gracious enough to prepare the heart of a weary and doubtful follower. This is a story of hope found at the end of every dark road. This is a story about the power of the collective prayer. This is a story about choosing life, even when the path set before you is not the one you would have chosen.
I have a lot of stories that, before now, have been content to stay tucked away under the cover of a self-professed love of privacy. But somehow, when you have been told by man that you probably won’t live to see your child’s college graduation and you know that your lungs are filled each day with the breath of God only by his unfailing love, it changes your threshold on vulnerability…and courage. The stories here are the letters in my heart that have been rescued over and over again. And they are filled with words that need to be said.
What will you find here?
- Hope, encouragement, and a reminder that Jesus loves you so very much.
- Evidence that God is a faithful, loving, and compassionate God, who is always working for your good.
- Tools to help you trust God, face your fears, and live your most courageous life.
- Maybe a little humor….it will depend on how much caffeine I have had, which won’t be much since I gave it up after I found out I had Vascular Ehlers-Danlos. Those of you that know me well can guess the amount of tears I cried for the coffee beans.
But whether you have known me all my life or are just finding me here today, whether you know Jesus intimately or you have never heard of him…you are welcome here and you are a part of this. I can see your faces already and they are beautiful.
A few weeks into recovery after my latest surgery, my husband shared the passage below with me. His words were: “Have you read this??? You have to read this. This is exactly us. This is exactly where we’ve been.” And he’s right. If you read nothing else on this blog, read the verses below. God’s Word tells our story in the most perfect way, as always, so this is the scripture passage that frames my intention for all that is written here. But if you want to read from the beginning to see how we ended up in 2 Corinthians 1, start here.