Twenty Eight

Twenty eight was the hardest year of my life. I’ve experienced my share of hard in my short amount of time on this earth, but twenty eight was the culmination of all the hard. . . staring it all in the face for the first time; calling it what it was. . . letting  myself experience and grieve the pain as almost for the first time. . . and then the changing. . . The beginning of a metamorphosis. . . A Genesis; grace from God.

Twenty eight found me processing the effects of a horrific past; memories I spent a lifetime trying to forget. I was forced to stare my greatest fears in the face and some days I could hardly exist; even the mere act of breathing seemed like an impossibility. I was hypervigilant, clinically depressed, trying to learn new ways to deal with the effects of PTSD, struggling with suicidal ideation and two near attempts. My health was failing; I was diagnosed with chronic auto-immune disease. My marriage was struggling and my relationships were falling apart. I put the pursuit of a fantastic career in something I am passionate about on hold. Though I kept a busy schedule and was with people, I felt very, very alone. My life was being totally deconstructed. God had brought me to a place where there was nothing left but Him. . . total and complete reliance.

Twenty eight wrecked me. . . and renewed me.

Twenty eight saw strength and courage, made me a fighter for truth. I learned to love without abandon. Twenty eight saw restoration, newness, compassion. Sufficiency in Christ. Overcoming. Hope.

Yesterday I welcomed twenty nine with joy; eager to continue the hard, hard work of deconstruction and rebuilding. . . to continue the journey of becoming the woman God truly intends me to be. To speak life and hope into others, to love wild and to live free.

8 thoughts on “Twenty Eight

  1. Kym McCoy

    What an encouragement to my heart to see God’s faithfulness & love carry you through and see read the hope you have found in Him & Him alone! Very moving thank you for Sharing your transparency with us. I will be praying for you I love you my friend

    Love & Blessings
    Kym

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  2. Lizzie Lau

    Oh boy, this is heartbreaking. I hate that you felt alone during all of that. Please know that I adore you and your family. Seriously, reach out anytime, day or night. I have ridiculous anxiety attacks and knowing that I have a small tribe who will pick up the phone 24/7 makes me feel less alone, even though I rarely reach for a lifeline.
    I’m glad to see that you’re writing again. The blog looks terrific.

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      1. Mary Metzler

        Your story touche my heart. It sounds like God is doing mighty things in you. Praise God for His faithfulness!

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  3. Katie Alesso

    I’m sorry you had to suffer so much misery & loneliness. I wish I had known, Jen! Thank you for being so honest and being willing to use your struggles to help others. Love you, friend!

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    1. hopedwelling@gmail.com Post author

      Thank you Katie <3 I definitely was not alone. . . it's just how I was feeling and processing at the time. Thankful for God's continued work in my life and heart and to see ho He will use it for His glory. Love you dearly, friend.

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