What started as my first solo camping trip turned into a sacred encounter with a Bible story I couldn’t shake—Jael and the tent peg. As I sat quietly by the lake, God whispered something that changed me: “Use what I’ve given you to bring freedom.” This post is a reflection on bravery, surrender, and finding purpose in our pain. It’s for anyone who’s ever wondered if their voice matters. Spoiler: it does.

A solo Easter camping trip turned into a powerful reminder that we have a choice in how we show up in life. This was the first time I spent a holiday completely alone—and yet, I didn’t feel alone at all. God met me in the stillness, under the stars, and showed me what healing in motion looks like.

I wasn’t looking to start recovery again. But God had other plans. Through the pain of separation, the loneliness of the holidays, and the unexpected open doors, I found myself in a 12 Step group again—this time, with a heart wide open. This is how Step One broke me open in the best way.