Sometimes in our lives we get hit by the unexpected. It hits us like a train…and leaves us on the tracks…for dead.
Some trains are named “Death”.
Some are named “Cancer”.
Some are named “Divorce”.
My train was named “Adultery”.
Six months ago the train hit me at my kitchen table. It left me on the tracks.
I’m NOT DEAD!
And my heart is growing back…slowly…but, progress is progress.
And so, this will be my place to tell my story.
This will be a continuation of my healing.
In my time.
On my terms.
This is a new train.
Called “Regenerating Heart”…and I’m driving.