“...hope is never wasted. Even if what I hoped for did not come to fruition as I had imagined, as I had hoped. Hope is placing the beautifully vulnerable parts of ourselves, our raw selves, into His hands. I believe… — 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
