“I began realizing it was okay to just sit with Him instead of always reading and journaling prayers or hustling off to the next bible study. It was okay to just be still. It was possible to find Him in… — Natalie Brenner Copy Share Image
“My parents are humans too. This has been one of my greatest awakenings in adulthood: my parents being regular people, too. They have baggage… — Natalie Brenner Copy Share Image
“I craved to make my faith as real as possible, which meant being recklessly honest in His presence.” — Natalie Brenner Copy Share Image
“...hope is never wasted. Even if what I hoped for did not come to fruition as I had imagined, as I had hoped. Hope… — Natalie Brenner Copy Share Image
“Wholeness is birthed through vulnerability and sensitivity, which is often conceived in brokenness. Jesus taught me this.” — Natalie Brenner Copy Share Image
“...when I decided to be fully honest about whatever my heart undergoes, I found immense peace among the chaos of uncertainties. In my honesty… — Natalie Brenner Copy Share Image
“...the sweetness of grace and freedom comes hand in hand with the uncomfortable, bitter-rawness of honest emotions and grief.” — Natalie Brenner Copy Share Image
“Too many men I know experience shame because society places pressure on them to withhold emotion: emotion and sensitivity is weak. I have found… — Natalie Brenner Copy Share Image
“Time and time again, I find I cannot skip the night to arrive to the morning. Joy comes in the morning, but the morning… — Natalie Brenner Copy Share Image
“I wanted to forgive my mom and my dad so badly for the deep hurt they caused, the fear their broken marriage invoked in… — Natalie Brenner Copy Share Image
“I wasn't there yet, I wasn't finding joy and gladness in my barrenness, but I believed I would. I believed He would make my… — Natalie Brenner Copy Share Image
“I began realizing it was okay to just sit with Him instead of always reading and journaling prayers or hustling off to the next… — Natalie Brenner Copy Share Image
“Something significant in me snapped when I miscarried; that something hadnt unsnapped yet. It hadn't been put back together and I was afraid it… — Natalie Brenner Copy Share Image
