I came back to Philly from Atlanta in the summer of 2023, depressed. Not because anything bad had happened — but because coming home didn't look like what God said was next. I had expectations. I had plans. And none of them looked like this.
But within three weeks of being back, I watched God use me to help others heal while I was still trying to tend to my own wounds. It wasn't planned — me coming home. But it was needed. And I'm learning that those two things are often the same.
While I was...