If we were together right now, we'd be sitting together on a couch in a coffee shop. No, not the dumpster rescue ratty one that is "gray" and worn from seeing better days. The comfy one. The one where your face lights up because not one person has snagged it yet (hallelujah!). The fluffy, soft couch that hugs you when you sit on it. That one. In the sunny spot next to the window, furthest from the whir of the coffee shop blender and the barista banging the espresso grinds out of the machine. Sweatpants and trucker hat on. 

And girl, as we talked, laughed, and cupped our mugs in our hands, I'd want to tell you that story. But instead, I'd tell you the truth. My story came with a lot of heartache and hard. 

But then God… 

Those three words change everything. 

The biggest most important part of my story? The Lord God.

We don't get to choose our story. But we do get to tell it. 

I have a story to tell that's still unfolding. And I love to connect with others' stories too.