10/04/2025
Where God Met Me in the Music
“The Lord is close to the brokenhearted and saves those who are crushed in spirit.” – Psalm 34:18
This October, as we honor Domestic Violence Awareness Month, I found myself standing inside the studio at Walk FM — and I couldn’t help but be overwhelmed by emotions of love & gratitude. Because this place… this music… helped save my life.😭🎚️
My story began in violence. Before I even knew what life was supposed to feel like, I knew fear. I knew screaming. I knew hiding. I knew what it was like to be pulled out of bed in the middle of the night because home wasn’t safe. I knew how to lie about bruises before I knew how to spell my own name. Growing up in domestic violence doesn’t just hurt you in the moment — it shapes how you see yourself, how you trust, how you survive.
And I carried those wounds with me for years. They bled into my choices, my relationships, and eventually into addiction. I spent too many nights awake and broken, trying to numb pain I didn’t even have words for. I lost myself in the chaos, convinced I was beyond redemption.
But even there — even in the mess of trauma and addiction — God refused to let me go.
When I entered Field of Hope, I was desperate for healing but terrified it wasn’t possible. And in that fragile place, something unexpected became one of God’s greatest tools: music.
The songs on Walk FM became more than just melodies. They were oxygen when I couldn’t breathe. They were prayers when I had no strength to speak. They were spiritual food for a starving soul. On nights when the echoes of abuse kept me awake, the lyrics reminded me that I was seen, known, and loved by a God who never abandoned me. On days when shame told me I was unworthy, the music spoke truth: “You are still mine.”
It wasn’t just background noise — it was God’s voice woven into every note, pulling me closer to healing.
Today, I’m no longer trapped in abuse. I’m no longer defined by addiction. I’m not at Field of Hope anymore. I am walking in freedom. And as I stood inside Walk FM, I felt the full circle of grace — standing in the very place that had carried me when I couldn’t carry myself.
If you are reading this and still living in fear — if you are in the grip of domestic violence or fighting the weight of trauma — please know this: You are not alone. What’s happening to you is not your fault. There is help. There is hope. And there is a God who will use anything — even a song on the radio — to remind you that your story isn’t over.
This Domestic Violence Awareness Month, I share my story not as a victim, but as a survivor. Music, faith, and places like Field of Hope were lifelines for me. They still are. And if they reached me, they can reach you too.