Lacey Mosley

I didn’t realize it, but I had lost hope in fathers. Like a wounded animal, I began to expect pain from people. This is one of the tragedies of thinking like an orphan. I was always looking for someone to let me down. No matter what goodness was present, I would not trust it. Trust was something for fake people, those in safe homes on TV shows. The rest of us had to be smart enough to expect the worst. I was “getting wise.” I had become an orphan without knowing it. I lost trust. Without trust, you cannot receive love. Without the ability to receive love, you will wither away. I would have thrown this book across the room if I read the following words before I understood anything differently. But this is the truth: women and men need each other. I would have spit in your face and said, “I don’t need a man.” But just because I have seen many men abuse their gifts doesn’t change the fact that God created men and women each with a unique purpose and benefit to the world around them.
—  Lacey Sturm
Just having somebody to listen is so important. And without judging or without condemning, just listening, that’s a really rare precious thing for somebody to have somebody who actually listens. To understand them, not to change them, just to listen. Not to be a savior, not to correct them, tell them where they’re going wrong, just to listen. And encourage them when there’s things that are good and right.
—  Lacey Sturm

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Less than one minute into the song, I felt like heaven opened and I was in front of God himself. Peace filled the room and began to speak to my heavy heart about all the stress I was carrying. Peace wrapped around my mind as I sang. I could feel peace about all the problems going on in my house, as if all my problems were known and cared about in heaven. I sensed there was a grand purpose for all my struggles that would unfold in the perfect time. My soul was drinking deeply. I was healing inside.
—  Lacey Sturm
Scott was the one cool Christian in junior high. He loved punk rock, skateboarding, and multicolored facial hair. As a fourteen-year-old, know-it-all, loud-mouthed atheist, the only reason I didn’t write Scott off completely, like I did every other Christian, was because he didn’t back down when I questioned his strange, persistent love for Jesus. He wasn’t afraid of all of us making fun of his faith and his sobriety. He almost seemed to enjoy it sometimes. He did his fair share of making logical fun of our drunkenness and stupidity as well. So we respected him for that.
—  Lacey Sturm