Why a Dead Author?
Once upon a time, there was a girl who died.
Yes, hi, that girl was me. What happened? Good question. You see, my life seemed to be going well. Actually, according to society, I was right on track. Graduating from a prestigious college in the South, Dean’s List, Honors Graduate, 1,500 (real) Facebook friends, a promising future, loving family, yada yada yada. But it wasn’t enough.
It never would be.
So at the age of 21, I made a decision. Honestly, I had peaked, hit a ceiling, failed. I tried everything and nothing was working. Inwardly, I was withering, hardening, and dying.
And that’s when it happened.
He found me.
(of course its a love story)
There was only one stipulation:
Then, calling the crowd to join his disciples, he said, “If any of you wants to be my follower, you must turn from your selfish ways, take up your cross, and follow me. If you try to hang on to your life, you will lose it. But if you give up your life for my sake and for the sake of the Good News, you will save it.” (Mark 8:34-35)
So I made the best and hardest decision of my life. I decided that I wasn’t doing life well. The honest truth was that I had done the best I possibly could and fallen miserably short. The decision was to give my life to someone else to run. I died to myself and gave my life to Jesus Christ that day.
There was only one thing I never expected…
…and that was that I never realized how difficult would be to stay dead.
So what is the point of these confessions? Because I am on a journey. Join me. I fail everyday and the Creator meets me there and ministers to my soul daily. I once heard a wise woman say:
“Those who are found confessing their thoughts will not be found confessing their actions”
Again, I invite you. Join me in the highs, lows, interventions, and discoveries of a journey in life after death.