From Riches to Rags, and the Glory I Found There

I want to start this blog off by saying that this has not been an easy thing to share. It is good news, amazingly so, and yet, my guarded heart reminds me that we have had "good news" before and have been left even more broken because of it's duplicity. Made even worse, seemingly, because we have shared with so many. It is never easy to be vulnerable, it’s hardly enjoyable, and rarely a pleasure. And yet, every time we have been led to share, especially in those times of deep brokenness, God has been faithful to work a new legacy into our hearts. So, here goes nothing…or everything... 10 days before Christmas I was scrolling through Instagram and came across this photo. It wasn’t from anyone I knew, and wasn’t even “liked” by anyone I followed, it was pure happenstance. I’m sure you can tell why it immediately caught my attention and drew me in to read the caption. The account “Good Grief Journals” was running a Christmas fundraiser to help a couple struggling with the me