The sole purpose of my art and writing has been to bring hope to the wounded and broken. This is not from the perspective of an outsider looking in. God met me when I was shattered and scarred.

Psalm 40:2 He lifted me out of the pit of despair, out of the mud and mire, He set my feet on solid ground and steadied me as I walked along.

This room in the web is for other wounded people to tell their stories, to let you know that God meets us at our lowest point and gently guides us to recovery.

Psalm 55: 4-8 My heart is in anguish. The terror of death overpowers me. Fear and trembling overwhelm me. I can't stop shaking. Oh how I wish that I had wings like a dove, then I would fly away and rest! I would fly away to the quiet of the wilderness. How quickly I would escape, far away from this wild storm of hatred.

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Psalm 73:2 But as for me I came so close to the edge of the cliff! My feet were slipping and I was almost gone.

Psalm 71:20 You have allowed me to suffer much hardship, but you will restore me to life again and lift me up from the depths of the earth.

Psalm 142: 4,5 I look for someone to come and help me but no one gives me a passing thought! No one will help me; no one cares a bit what happens to me. Then I pray to you O Lord. I say, "You are my refuge. You are all I really want in life. Hear my cry for I am very low".