When The Wind Is Stolen

Life is not what I envisioned it would be. I honestly never saw myself here, creating a website supporting my social media platforms where I actively speak out against the injustices that my former religious home has caused. I envisioned myself serving Jesus all the days of my life. Walking Into the unknown is overwhelming. It is scary and it is uncertain. Growing up in the Fundamentalist Evangelical movement I was told that if I left I would lose the covering of God.

Life happens. The wind that powers you gets stolen. Not because you are bad, not because you are away from God's covering. Things in life happen because they happen. There isn't a rhyme or a reason. There is peace to be found in that.

I am speaking from a very personal space. My husband lost his job this morning. I didn't intend for this to be the first blog post, but I think it is fitting given everything that I advocate for. A few years ago, right after my husband and I along with our kids, escaped the cult we were in-he got laid off. He had been in his job for 18 years. This devastated us. I felt so much anger and grief. Honestly, I believed it was due to us leaving the covering of God. That we were no longer privy to the blessings that he had for us.

I would be remiss to say I am not anxious, but I know now that layoffs happen due to cooperate greed, not because God wants to punish people.

Today the wind was stolen. Today I will plant my feet firmly and fight to get it back. I know that I have survived before and I will continue to survive.