Wendy's Story
Wendy's Story
My Story
About eight years ago, my oldest daughter shared publicly that her father had been abusive to her during her childhood. Her words stunned me. Although I had experienced his abuse during our marriage, I had allowed him to remain involved in the girls' lives. I watched, listened, and asked questions all the time. Still, I didn’t f
My Story
About eight years ago, my oldest daughter shared publicly that her father had been abusive to her during her childhood. Her words stunned me. Although I had experienced his abuse during our marriage, I had allowed him to remain involved in the girls' lives. I watched, listened, and asked questions all the time. Still, I didn’t fully realize the ways his abusive ways affected our children.
Upon seeing my daughter’s social media post, my first instinct was to protect my “good Christian reputation” rather than my daughter. That moment revealed something I could no longer ignore: the belief system I had been shaped by since childhood had trained me to prioritize appearances, obedience, and patriarchal authority over my own inner knowing, and even over the well‑being of the people I loved most.
For decades, I had been deeply embedded in Southern Baptist, GARBC, and Free‑Will Baptist environments that elevated men and minimized women’s voices, autonomy, and mental health. I traded my sense of self for the illusion of safety. I wore masks to fit a system that insisted women were meant to be small, silent, and submissive. Inside, I was confused, frustrated, and quietly asking, What is a woman’s worth in a world that refuses to see her?
My daughter’s post became the catalyst for everything that followed. It forced me to confront the truth: my faith had been built on fear, hierarchy, and self‑erasure. So I began dismantling it slowly, painfully, and intentionally. Block by block, I took apart the beliefs that had kept me bound. I researched. I studied. I listened to my body for the first time in my life. I repaired relationships. I rebuilt a worldview that honors women as fully human, fully capable, and fully equal.
That journey led me back to school. I earned my bachelor’s degree, then my master’s degree, graduating at 59. I would not return to that old belief system for anything in the world.
Today, my work is devoted to helping women reclaim what I once surrendered: their autonomy, their self‑trust, their purpose, and their worth.
I create journals, research‑informed resources, and gentle content that remind women they are not here to shrink. They are not here to ignore their intuition. They are not here to live beneath anyone.
There is another way. There is hope. Knowledge is a friend, not a threat. Your body is a compass, not a problem. And freedom, real freedom, is possible.
If any part of my story resonates with you, I hope you’ll walk with me as we explore what it means to live with clarity, dignity, and peace. Women are, indeed, fearfully and wonderfully made.