"Sex, Lies, and Jesus"

“Sex, Lies, and Jesus” is the place where I blog.  It is a place where I share my darkest secrets and the bright light of redemption.  It is where I learned to use my voice.  It, like me, is imperfect but it is my place to grab ahold of the truth that my story matters.  So does yours.  Maybe you will see yourself in some of my story.  You might see someone you love.  Above all else, I pray that you will see that you are never beyond the love and grace that Jesus has for you.  You are not alone.  Your worth is beyond measure.  If you need someone to talk to, please contact me at


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  • What The Dream House Means To “Em”
    A guest blog from one of Grit Into Grace’s family members, “Em” I wanted to say thank you to everyone who supports Grit Into Grace through prayer or with a one-time or monthly gift of money. I’ve been going to the Dream House for a month. I can tell you it has already changed my…Read […]
  • Pieces
    Pieces.  Scattered pieces.  Missing pieces.  Shattered, broken, tiny pieces.  Wisps of pieces, swirling pieces, haunting pieces.  I’m in pieces. I was whole when I fell asleep.  Years of brokenness had come before, but so had healing. Nightmares from my past would disappear with the dawn, and I would wake knowing exactly who I was in…Read […]
  • Love, Me
    A letter to my little girl self…   Dear Little Stefanie, Your mom calls you T.H.E. Bean and Sunshine Girl.  Your sister calls you Scooter.  Your hair is white and usually an untamed mess; you don’t have time for things like hair.  There is a creek full of minnows in your back yard to be…Read […]
  • When A Little Girl Grows Up To Be A Prostitute
    Her childhood likely didn’t look like yours or like mine.  While I was outside riding my bike in the South Carolina sun, she was staring blankly out her bedroom window as her uncle slid into her bed.  I was standing at the bus stop as a new school day began while she was staying home…Read […]
  • On The Track
    Track – An area of town known for prostitution I am writing this in response to going out on street outreach to meet with women working in prostitution.  It has taken me three days to begin to process all that I saw and be able to get some of it out on paper. It was…Read […]
  • Sold
    Used. Betrayed. Manipulated. Discarded. Sold. I am not alone. It started with one dollar.  A quick dance that took seconds was merely a sampling of what could be.  The dollar wasn’t the goal.  It was the hook…for him and for me.  If he decided I was worth more, we would move to a more private room…Read […]
  • Dear Stripper,
    I REMEMBER YOU.  You weren’t who I expected you to be.  I had never been inside a strip club before I met  you.  You were beautiful, of course.  You were talented.  You would have to be to dance and work the pole, while making it all look graceful and effortless.  The costumes you wore were sexy,…Read […]
  • Necessary
    For a dance…for a song…for how long? NO LONGER NECESSARY.  These words were spoken over me recently.  It was said that, though my story and my knowledge had once paved a way for others, I was no longer necessary in a particular arena.  On the surface, this may be true.  Life goes on.  My presence…Read […]
  • Lost Child, Child Lost
    THIS WAS THE FIGHT THAT ENDED EVERYTHING.  I was standing between the couch and the coffee table, and he was in the middle of the small family room.  Even our positioning demonstrated that he was the one who was powerful.  We were yelling, though I can’t remember now about what, and he was leaving.  Maybe…Read […]
  • Cross, My Heart
    THE CROSS DID NOT BELONG IN THE DARK.  It was a thin silver chain I wore around my neck.  From it hung a cross made of glass squares cut to look like small diamonds.  Each piece of glass reflected the light of the sun around me, though my world had become very dark.  A gift…Read […]