Just before we were about to be announced as youth pastors my first husband went missing. I remember the turmoil. The crying out to God and not knowing why this would be happening right here in this pivotal moment of our lives. Why would he allow my husband’s mental health issues to spring to the surface, causing him to lose his identity?

For a while there, the sisterhood were supportive. I could call someone and they’d let me sit on their couch and cry. Eventually, these invites dried up. I still remember one call where I could hear laughter in the background of a phone call I had made. I longed to be there amongst those women but they no longer wanted me to hang out. I was depressed after all. No one had time for that any more.

Oh how I longed for connection back then. Judgement free.

Eventually, I found it.

TO READ THE FULL GUEST POST THAT I DID OVER AT FIDELIZ CRUZ’S WEBSITE HEAD HERE . I would love for you to go over and share some love.  I’d love to know below, how have you found coaching (if you’ve had it before) helpful.