None of us have escaped our shared core wounds of separation.
From childhood, we abandoned our hearts—and the voice of Truth—in our search for worthiness, through the love, validation, and acceptance of our parents, society, and the world around us. We adopted roles—what it means to be a man, a woman, a husband, a wife, successful—and these unquestioned stories that bind us continued, running on repeat, until one day, we found the courage to press pause on the movie of life…

And then—the cracks in this happily (n)ever after story began to appear.

For some, this arrives through deep loss—a death, a relationship unraveling, the loss of a job or career. In these pivotal moments, the question rises:                                                                                                                                                    

Does my life have a purpose?

My own awakening began when I reached what many would call the pinnacle of living the dream—the American Dream. Yet despite the laughter, the “things,” and the external recognitions of success, I was not happy. One day—one moment—beyond time—everything I thought mattered shattered. I came home to find paparazzi perched like vultures, poised to capture the million-dollar shot of a celebrity caught in the pain of adultery.

In that moment, the unraveling outside of me became my own pain.

I wept.
I screamed.
I surrendered.

And deep within, I knew the life I had been living was not The Truth of who I truly was or why I was here.

I cried out to God, searching for answers to my own failed relationship, asking:
Where is the happiness I’ve been searching for, and why does this sense of longing persist?

Then, in a profound moment of surrender, I awoke hearing a voice that was not of my mind—yet I knew it intimately: