It’s no secret that my family was a mess.
I say “was” because God has redeemed so much of that story. But sometimes when I remember things from my childhood, I have a hard time seeing which way was up. I have written about some of that here. It’s a story that needs to be shared…one day. But until then, just know I was the kid in school who grew up in a broken home and it was pretty messy.
But then I got married, and I got a new name.
It was a new chance to break generational cycles that just seemed to continue to repeat themselves. The new name I took, wasn’t without flaw, but it was full of promise. And I gladly took my husband’s name, because we were building something new together. I needed a new name, a new start.