Three years ago. A quiet night. Babies asleep. Jordan asleep. I was just days away from hosting my very first Selah group. Terrified. Unqualified. But doing it. I tried to fall asleep but couldn’t let go of my anxiety. What am I doing? What can I do for these women? I’m not ready. I’m not capable. Not qualified. Not enough.
And God answered me. And wasn’t talking to Him. But he answered: I am qualified. I am capable. I am ready. And I choose you. Pray for them.
So I prayed. For each woman. By name. That night. Every day. All day. Mostly, I did not know them. But they had come. Something had led to this group at this time. And I prayed long prayers of love and light over them.
There was one name God handed me over and over. I fought back. Trying to give equal prayer time to each woman. But God put her on my heart specifically. Chaney. It felt strange, and I only just admitted to her this call to prayer before we met. But I did it. I prayed.
And when I met her, I knew. God had prepared my heart. Nudged to me notice her. To see and hear and know her. We were meant to walk alongside each other. In this season. Specifically. We were meant to stir one another up.
We were fast friends from the start, and today she's my cheerleader, my trusted mentor, and my best gal for emojis and good laughs. She has shared her gifts with Selah behind the scenes for years (nearly all the photography here is her work).
She is my very dear friend, and it's my honor and privilege to share her story with you here. Her words will hurt your heart, open your mind, and heal your spirit.
Here is her story...
Trigger Warning: this story includes Chaney’s personal account of miscarriage & grief thereafter