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The Seasoned Soul Sister’s Place: Embracing the Grace in My Brokenness

Hey there, beautiful souls,

I’m Jenn Grant, your Seasoned Soul Sister, and today I’m sitting with you, heart wide open, ready to share the raw, unfiltered truth of my journey. I used to think my story needed to be a perfect picture of strength, but I’ve learned that the women who need me most aren’t looking for perfection. They’re waiting for honesty—the kind that transforms, the kind that frees. My life hasn’t been a highlight reel; it’s been a tapestry of pain, redemption, and God’s unending grace. And sister, there are pieces of my story I once hid, thinking they were too heavy, too broken. But those are the pieces that show God’s grace is real, and I’m here to share them with you.

There was a moment that shattered my world: the day I lost my son to suicide. I felt as if I wanted to crawl inside of his grave, to stay with him, to make sense of the unbearable void. I was drowning in grief, questioning everything—myself, my faith, my purpose. I didn’t think I could survive it. But in that darkness, God’s grace was my anchor. It didn’t erase the sorrow, but it gave me the strength to keep breathing, to keep living, to honor my son’s memory by sharing my story. That loss taught me that even in our deepest pain, we’re never alone—God is there, holding us, even when we can’t feel it.

Then there was the night I lay in a hospital bed, my body weak, my mind racing with fear that I would die alone. I’d never felt so small, so fragile. But in that moment, God’s presence was a quiet whisper, reminding me that I am never truly alone. His grace carried me through that long night, and I woke to see another day. That experience didn’t make me fearless, but it showed me that even in my weakness, I am held.

And oh, there was the moment I stood at the edge of leaving my second husband, the weight of a past divorce heavy on my heart. I’d survived the unraveling of a marriage once before, and the thought of walking that road again felt like too much to bear. I was scared—scared of failure, scared of judgment, scared of starting over. But God’s grace met me there, in the mess of my doubts, showing me that my worth isn’t tied to my mistakes or my fears. Whether I stayed or left, I was enough, because He was with me. That moment didn’t define my strength; it revealed His.

These moments—the loss of my son, the fear of dying alone, the struggle in my marriage—are the parts of my story I used to hide. But they’re also the parts that make my testimony real. They’re the times I was underwater, fighting for air, and God pulled me through. Sister, if you’re reading this and you’re in the deep end right now—whether it’s grief, fear, or uncertainty—I see you. I’ve been there. And I’m here to tell you that your lifeline isn’t someone who’s only read about water. It’s someone like me, who’s gone under, fought for breath, and lives to tell the story.

Your scars, your struggles, your weakest moments—they’re not something to bury. They’re the proof of God’s grace in your life. They’re the parts that can touch another woman’s heart, that can transform a stranger into a sister. When you share your truth, you give someone else permission to share theirs. You show them they don’t have to be perfect to be loved, that they don’t have to be strong to be saved. You show them that God’s grace is enough.

So, to every woman out there: your voice matters. Your story matters. You don’t have to wait until it’s polished or perfect to share it. There’s someone who needs to hear it right now, just as it is—raw, real, and redeemed. Speak, sister. Share the grace in your story. I’m right here with you, strutting past the scars, held up by the One who never lets us go.

With all my heart,
The Seasoned Soul Sister’s Place, Author Jenn Grant