Hi, my name is Alexis —
This blog started off as a way of saying, “Me too.”
My twenties were really marked by knowing God as a Provider and a Miracle Worker. He was the God of promises and the One who taught me to keep holding on until I saw His faithfulness. Starting a blog came out of the overflow of wanting to encourage people to keep holding on. There’s a passage in 1 Corinthians 1 that says, “Praise be to the God and Father of our Lord Jesus Christ, the Father of compassion and the God of all comfort, who comforts us in all our troubles, so that we can comfort those in any trouble with the comfort we ourselves receive from God,” (v.3-4).
Honestly, I never felt qualified to write about most of the things I’ve shared, but I wrote to comfort others in the same way I’d been comforted. I’ve always loved genuine transparency and honesty. I wanted to be the writer I needed in times of trouble — someone who would help me defeat the lies that bombarded my mind concerning my identity. I wanted to be the woman that wasn’t afraid of taking off the mask and saying, “I’m just like you. Come sit with me.”
My twenties are gone now.
In my thirties, I’m learning more about how He desires to sit with me and walk with me through life. I’m learning more about the reality that we will have troubles in this life, and I’m learning to have joy and grieve without hopelessness (Melissa Helser’s words, not mine).
In April of 2023, I got this word and it said that the Lord wanted to be my honey grove,
“The Father showed me a picture of thick honey constantly flowing down from trees as if they were waterfalls. As the honey blanketed the ground, Jesus said, ‘My honey is her healing balm of justice and vindication.’ Alexis, the Father, Jesus, and the Holy Spirit will not withhold from you. They cover your story with deep care and protection. There will always be more than enough for you.”
I’ve always been slow to showing everything at once — peeling back one layer at a time to ease God [and people] into my junk so I don’t overwhelm them and run them off. But the Lord is teaching me that He is just as much a meeting place in the bad times as He is when times are good.
& He’s saying the same for you.
Maybe you’ve known that God is a safe place, but there’s a limit on how much of the ugly you’ll bring.
Maybe you need to know that you can grieve without hopelessness.
Maybe you need your joy back and you’re learning to get back up and hope and dream big again.
Me too.
I still don’t feel qualified, and vulnerability still feels dangerous, but I still want to be the woman who takes off the mask and says, “I’m just like you. Come sit with me.”
So, this blog is an invitation into the depths — the depths of our hearts, and more importantly, the depths of His heart.
He’s not afraid of you.
He knows you and He loves you.
He can be the meeting place where we experience deep emotions, deep surrender, deep healing, deep acceptance, and deep belonging.