A BROKEN PATH

For over two decades, I stood in the pulpit, preaching about faith, purpose, and sacrifice. I poured my life into ministry, believing I was answering God's call-until I realized I had given everything to the church and left my family to survive on the scraps. Then came the moment that shattered my world-the sudden loss of our adopted son Kindall Johnson. Grief consumed me, and instead of drawing closer to those I loved, I buried myself deeper in my work until the weight of it all left me empty, lost, and broken.