I started writing the story of my sister's murder and finding Jesus when I was pregnant with my fourth baby. It had been many years since Sarah's death in 1997 but growing in Christ was still so new to me. God had brought me through so much pain and at the time...I didn't really know it. I didn't realize how in love Christ was with me until I read the Bible at the age of 25.
My children had a very different up bringing than I did. From birth they sat in pews with me at The Branch church and then with me in the classroom when I volunteered. They would never know where their mother came from. What she would crawl out of. Despair. Hopelessness. Sadness. Loneliness. But when I found Jesus, I slowly rose out of the grave and chose life.