By His Sword

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About Me

How a faithful church girl became a reluctant advocate for women in hard and harmful marriages.

A well-worn leather Bible lies closed on a small wooden table, its cover softened and creased from years of use, with a slim silver ring resting on top beside a folded, slightly crumpled church bulletin. The table sits near a window in a modest living room, where soft overcast daylight filters through sheer curtains, casting gentle, elongated shadows. In the blurred background, a bookshelf holds a mix of theological texts and self-help books, some leaning, some upright. Photographic realism at eye level, with a shallow depth of field keeping the Bible, ring, and bulletin in sharp focus. The mood is contemplative and somber yet quietly hopeful, conveying the tension of faith, divorce, and healing without any human presence.
A sturdy ceramic mug of herbal tea, steam curling upward, rests beside an open journal on a pale wooden table near a large window. The journal’s pages show handwritten lines in soft gray pencil, with a few sentences crossed out and a simple sketch of a small tree with new leaves in the corner. Outside the slightly fogged window, the suggestion of a church steeple and rooftops appears softly blurred. Morning light diffuses into the room, creating a clean, gentle glow and faint reflections on the mug’s smooth surface. Shot from a slightly elevated angle with photographic realism and shallow depth of field, the scene feels safe, introspective, and quietly empowering—symbolizing a survivor’s private space for processing harmful church teachings and rebuilding her life.

My Journey Through Church Hurt

I grew up loving Scripture and trusting my church, yet found myself trapped in a destructive marriage while leaders urged more submission, more prayer, more silence. Here I share how I untangled harmful teachings, rebuilt my faith, and began helping women.

My story