The Big Ugly Secret
Today I learned something that shook me to my core: I am the product of incest. Even typing those words feels heavy, confusing, and honestly—gross. My first reaction was disgust, but then the compassion came too. My mother was just a child in this situation, and when I think about that, my heart aches for her. Suddenly, pieces of my story make more sense—the adoption, my battle with meningitis as a baby, those early days of barely clinging to life.
I don’t know exactly what to believe or how to feel. Part of me wants to shut it out, part of me feels clarity, and part of me just feels sad. What I do know is this: I am here. I am healthy. I survived. And I am more than the circumstances of my conception.
The enemy would love to fill my mind with shame, but I am handing these thoughts over to the Lord. He has carried me this far, and He will carry me through this too.
My story may have begun in brokenness, but it continues in grace, strength, and purpose.
Smiling Through It All 