My Story

Where is hope?

For most of my life, I carried a quiet belief that I was the exception, to belonging, to healing, to being truly known.

From adoption to multiple miscarriages to divorce, I’ve experienced a lot in my life. But there was always the underlying, what’s wrong with me, I feel so alone, do I fit anywhere?

I did the work. I went to therapy. I tried to believe. But there was always this question underneath everything:

Is God actually available to me?

Then something shifted. Not all at once…slowly, in the wilderness. In the hard seasons where I had no good answers and God felt far and I kept showing up anyway. And in that place, I started finding Him.

Not in the highlight reel. In the Saturday. The day between the Friday and Sunday.

Sacred Post started because I needed someone to write these letters to me… back when I was in the middle of it. Letters that didn't pretend the hard things weren't hard. Letters that told the truth about faith in the wilderness and still pointed somewhere hopeful.

I write them now for you.

Not from somewhere perfect. From somewhere true.

Warmly,

Heather