I played this on a loop the whole drive home from the appointment where everything changed. It didn't fix anything. It just sat with me until I could breathe again.
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Your Stories.
So many of these songs began as someone's hard season. This is the place to leave yours: the story of the breaking, and the part where it started to mend. Read what others have carried. Add your own.
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8 sharedI left my marriage and I left my church in the same year. This whole record found me in the parking lot of a grocery store. Slowly putting myself back together now.
Found her on a worship playlist freshman year, right after my first real heartbreak. Three years later I still send these songs to every friend going through it. We are all rebuilding together.
My daughter and I sing this in the car on the way to school. She's twelve. She doesn't know yet what I needed it for, and that's okay. One day she will, and the song will already be hers.
Two years of trying. One loss. Then a tiny heartbeat on a screen. This song was the prayer I couldn't find words for. Still cry every single time.
An ocean away from home, no friends yet, homesick in a way I didn't have language for. These songs were the first thing that felt familiar. The first thing that felt like company.
Came out of the worst year of my anxiety. I used to be ashamed of needing help. Now I tell every girl in my dorm: it's okay to not be okay, and it's okay to say so out loud.
Rebuilding after a divorce I didn't see coming. Some days hope feels like a stretch. This was the song that let me borrow a little until I had my own again.