More on this book
Community
Kindle Notes & Highlights
Time to start fresh. Just a clean sheet of paper, a pencil, and Isaiah. It’s a passage I’ve read time and time again. One I could likely recite by heart, if I really tried. One that’s haunted me my entire life for reasons I refuse to acknowledge. I haven’t found anything in the words yet, but I can’t shake the feeling that the answers my team has been searching for are here.
I could go in there, slide into a pew, and pray like my therapist told me to do the last time I was in her office. She always did try to get me to go back, tried telling me that everything going wrong in my life was because I left the church. That I needed to repent and return to His arms.

