A weathered wooden cross stands upright among rubble and broken beams from a collapsed building under a dark, stormy sky.

How God Broke Me to Rescue Me

When God broke me, I thought it was the end. But in the rubble, I found the rescue. This is the story of how Psalm 46 became more than poetry—it became survival. Earthquakes, sieges, stillness, and the God who doesn’t move. If your world is falling apart, this might be exactly what you need to read.