You made it. Maybe you found this space after searching for answers you didn’t even have words for yet. Maybe something deep inside you just whispered, “Me too?” And maybe… like me, you’ve been carrying a quiet ache, wondering if your mess disqualifies you from meaning something to God. This community is sacred ground for those of us who’ve wrestled with shame, regret, self-inflicted wounds, and silence. It’s for the ones who never felt forgotten—but always felt undeserving. For those who never stopped believing in Him… but never believed He could mean them, too. Here, we walk each other home. We learn to tell the truth—not just about what happened to us, but about the things we chose, the ones we wish we hadn’t, and the ones we’re finally choosing now. You are safe here. You are not alone. You are not too far gone. He meant you, too. Let’s begin. Where to Start? That question—“Where do I even start?”—was the beginning of everything for me. I wanted a closer relationship with God. I was aching to understand my purpose. But shame, confusion, and a swirl of poor decisions made me feel disqualified. Maybe I didn’t have the right to ask for grace or be hopeful for any of God’s promises. Like maybe He meant everyone else… but not me. So I started with questions. Late-night talks with God. A rabbit hole of Scripture and reflection. And slowly, truth peeled away the layers of guilt. It didn’t happen all at once—but piece by piece, I began to heal. This community, He Meant Me, Too, was born from that space. I didn’t build it because I had it all figured out—I built it because I was finally brave enough to ask the questions. If you’re standing at the edge of your “where do I start?” moment, this is it. Start right here. Right where you are. God already knows. And He’s not afraid of your questions. In fact, He may have been waiting for them.

Before Chapter 1 begins, there’s Page 0 — the quiet space before the story finds its words. For me, this wasn’t where God spoke first. It’s where I did. And what I whispered wasn’t holy or hopeful. It was honest: “I’m not worthy.” That whisper came from the weight of regret, from years of self-blame, from a heart that didn’t yet understand grace. It came before I could imagine that He’d already written me into His plan. Before we move forward, I want you to meet yourself there — in that quiet space. This is where your story begins. 🪴 Your first assignment lives in the classroom. Look for the worksheet called “Page 0 – Before the Beginning” and give yourself permission to answer honestly. This isn’t a test. It’s a reflection — a place to name what you’ve been carrying. No fixing. No shame. Just truth. Why the Pictures? Why the Verses? Every image you see here is intentional. The artwork—like the tiny seedling paired with “Read: Romans 5:8”—isn’t just a design choice. It’s a visual starting point. A symbol of something small, raw, and hopeful taking root. This journey is deeply personal. And it started with one question: “Where do I begin if I want to feel closer to God and understand why I’m even here?” I didn’t get that answer all at once. It began with a verse. Then another. Then a moment of silence that turned into a breakthrough. That’s why I’m asking you to look the Scriptures up yourself. Don’t just read them in a feed. Don’t scroll past. Sit with them. Let them hit in the quiet places. Romans 5:8 is a verse that shook something loose in me. I hope it does the same for you. So, no — this isn’t just about learning. It’s about healing. About discovery. About letting a new kind of growth begin, no matter what your roots have been through. You matter. And if you’re here… it’s because He meant you too. Let’s start there. Together.

Let’s just be real. This isn’t a “feel better fast” course. It’s not a list of steps to make life perfect again. And it’s not a place for pretending the hard things didn’t happen. You already know what it feels like to be cracked in places. You’ve lived it. This space isn’t about hiding those cracks — it’s about realizing they don’t disqualify you. They’re proof that you’ve survived. And that survival can still turn into growth. Those cracks don’t define you. They’re just signs you’ve been dry for too long. With water, they fade. With light, things grow. You’re not broken. You’re ready. 🌻 What This Might Be This might be the first space where you stop carrying it all alone. It might be where the noise in your head finally quiets enough for you to hear God again. It might be where you start to believe that He meant you, too. You might leave with a softer heart. You might begin to see your story differently. You might let the light of God’s love reach the places in you that felt out of reach — buried deep, where even the sun doesn’t touch. No promises. No pressure. Just a gentle invitation to begin.