Life threw me a curveball, one that left me bruised and confused. I grew up in a storm – a storm of abuse that clung to my family like a shroud. My brother, good guy that he was, just couldn't escape the darkness. He chased fleeting comforts, leaned on people who wouldn't hold him up, all the while the enemy whispered sweet nothings in his ear. Codependency, they call it – relying on the wrong people for love, a trap that slowly choked the life out of him. He never found his faith, and that's a burden I carry with me to this day. But even in the wreckage, there's a chance to find hope. My brother's struggle, the pain that shadowed our family – that's the fire that forged my faith. I saw firsthand the destruction that came from chasing fleeting shadows, and I clung all the harder to the teachings of Christ. That's what redemption is all about, you see. It's taking the broken pieces of your life and offering them up to God. It's letting Him mend the cr...