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“The artist’s job is not to succumb to despair, but to find an antidote for the emptiness of existence.” -Woody Allen.

Well, I am not, by any stretch of the imagination, an artist. But I do love writing.

In October 2014, I set myself the terrifying personal goal of owning my story in a very public way. Believe me; I never expected to find an audience. And I never expected to stumble on an antidote for the seeming emptiness of existence…

Finding hope in the most unexpected places.

Here I am, 2+ years on, still in the process of writing a chapter book-style reflection of my life post January 2013. The good, the bad, and the ugly.

And yes, there have been some shit-house ugly moments.

But in a state of total brokenness, through the raw and agonising grief of a cheating husband who walked out on me (and went on to start a new life and family without me), I found wholeness, freedom and peace in a God who walks the grief-stricken road with us.

No, God is not my genie making my wishes come true.

In fact, I usually get exactly what I don’t want!

But even though this is not the life story that I chose or wanted, everyday I truly and whole-heartedly thank God for having different plans for my life than what I had for myself.

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20something and divorced is my space to do what I love: Write!

Not because I think my story is particularly special. It’s not. And not because I think I am fabulously insightful. I’m not. I can only lay claim to being a quirky mess who has an abundant life thanks to Jesus. Yes, I found the Jesus thing to be real.

What can you expect?? Honesty. Truth. Pain. Anger. F-bombs. And grace. Amazing grace.

So, why make my ramblings public?? Some of the greatest qualities that I admire in others are honesty, openness, vulnerability and authenticity.  If I am to truly own my story, it should be with the openness and authenticity that comes from sharing our struggles and celebrating our scars.

Now then, to get started… In the above menu, click on ‘The Fine Print’ tab to get the red tape out of the way. And then if you’re still keen to read on, pour yourself a pot of tea – or perhaps something stronger! – and make your way over to Chapter 1: Disaster Friday

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