HOLY SPIRIT, PLEASE LEAD MY THOUGHTS AND MY HANDS
Welcome to my space.
My name is Susan, and this blog is a piece of my life—told as honestly as I can, led as faithfully as I know how.
This is where I will share my story… not because it is perfect, but because I have seen the goodness of God in it. In the beautiful moments, the confusing ones, and even the painful beginnings.
And before I tell any other story, I have to start here—because my life didn’t begin ordinarily.
It began with God.
Genesis: Miracle Number One
I was born to my mother when she was just 19 years old.
My story is not an easy one to tell, but it is mine.
My mother was a virgin when my father raped her, and that is how I came to be.
Even writing that feels heavy.
But this is not a story of shame to me. It is a story of grace.
Because in the middle of something so painful, God was already moving.
My mum—my sweet mum (hi Mommy ❤️)—made a decision that would shape my entire life.
She chose to keep me.
She chose life.
And even more than that, she chose to love me—fully, freely, without placing the weight of her pain on me.
I don’t take that lightly.
That kind of love can only come from God.
I don’t remember much about my earliest years, but I remember a feeling.
Love.
Joy.
A quiet fullness.
We didn’t have much, but I never felt like I lacked anything. Somehow, I always felt… rich.
Looking back now, I understand why.
God was there.
What I Know Now:
As I’ve grown, I see my life differently.
What could have been a story marked by rejection became one marked by love.
What could have been hidden in shame was covered in grace.
God didn’t just allow me to exist—He wanted me here.
And He made sure I would be loved from the very beginning.
Why I’m Here
So this blog… this space… is me choosing obedience.
I don’t have all the answers. I don’t have everything figured out.
But I know this:
God has been good to me.
And if my life started this way—held, protected, and chosen in the middle of pain—
then I can trust that the rest of my story is not random.
It is intentional.
It is covered.
It is guided.
So I will write. I will remember. I will tell it as it was… and as I now understand it.
If you’re reading this, you’re welcome here.
Welcome to my story.
Welcome to the goodness of God.
