A letter from Kathryn

Dear friend,

If you're here, I already know something about you. You've been through some things in your life — probably a lot of things. You're probably tired, maybe lonely, and maybe even hanging on by a thread, pretending you're fine because that's just what we do when life keeps hitting us upside the head.

So let me just say this first: I see you. And more importantly, Jesus sees you.

And you are welcome here.

Why I built this space

I did not build The Prodigal Path because I have a perfect little story wrapped up in a neat bow. I built it because I know what it feels like to need a place like this and not have one. I know what it feels like to be trying to heal with a broken heart, a tired mind, and a soul that keeps asking, "Okay, but now what?"

I know what it is to want community and not really have it. I know what it is to think you have a small circle you can lean on, and then realize most of those people were never built to carry what you were walking through. I know what it is to be left with very little support and still have to keep showing up for your kids, your healing, and your faith.

So I created the place I wish I had.

A little of my story

I was baptized when I was 12 years old, and for a long time I was all in. I was active in church, youth group, and mission trips through middle school and high school. But somewhere along the way, like so many of us do, I drifted. Life got messy. Pain showed up. I made choices that took me farther from God instead of closer to Him.

Then I married what I thought was the love of my life.

We had two beautiful children together, and for a while, I really believed I had found my forever. But after my son was born, the man I knew changed into somebody I did not recognize. What followed was years of emotional and psychological abuse, manipulation, and survival mode so constant I almost forgot what peace even felt like.

I tried to hold it together. I really did.

There was a season when I started self-medicating with alcohol just to get through the day. I was exhausted, numb, and carrying more than I should have had to carry. Eventually I knew I had to leave, because staying was not safe anymore. We separated in 2020 during COVID lockdown, my divorce was finalized in 2022, and even now I am still dealing with the mess that comes with manipulation, lies, and a custody battle.

And then, just when I thought I might finally be catching my breath, grief showed up too.

I lost my best friend, Lea, in late 2022. She was my ride-or-die. My Ebony. And losing her right before the holidays hit me in a way I still do not have the perfect words for. It cracked open places in me that were already tender, and I had to face the hard truth that healing is not a straight line. Some days you think you are doing better, and then life reminds you that you are still in the middle of it.

When Jesus called me home

For a long time, I tried to do all of this on my own.

Then in late 2023, I was doom-scrolling on YouTube and stumbled onto a video from Pastor Mike Signorelli talking about UAPs, angels, demons, spiritual warfare, and the fact that Jesus may be coming back soon. And honestly? Something in me lit up. I had been thinking some of those same things, but I had not really said them out loud. That moment was not my salvation — but it was part of God getting my attention.

It was like He was saying, come home.

And so I did.

Since then, my relationship with Jesus has become deeper, stronger, and more real than I ever knew it could be. I started reading my Bible again. I started talking to my Father like He was actually listening, because He is. I started learning that God does not wait for us to get cleaned up before He meets us. He comes right into the wreckage. Right into the shame. Right into the chaos. That is the kind of Savior He is.

Why this community exists

That is why The Prodigal Path exists.

I built this community because I know what it feels like to need a place like this and not have one. I know what it means to be trying to heal with almost no support, very few safe people, and a heart that is still learning how to trust again. I wanted to create a space where survivors and strugglers and prodigals could come as they are and not feel like they had to pretend.

A place where you can be honest.

A place where you can be hurting.

A place where you can laugh a little, cry a little, and maybe even snort-laugh once in a while because sometimes that is holy too.

A place where Jesus is not just mentioned, but centered.

This community is for the person who loves Jesus but still has questions. For the one who is trying to heal after heartbreak, abuse, addiction, grief, or just plain life beating them down. For the one who needs encouragement, truth, prayer, and a reminder that healing is not about pretending nothing happened. It is about letting Jesus meet you in what did happen and walking with Him one day at a time.

And let me say this clearly: healing is not instant.

It is not a one-and-done moment where you wake up and suddenly everything is fine forever. Some days are good. Some days are hard. Some days you feel strong, and some days the old pain tries to crawl right back up to the surface. That does not mean you are failing. That means you are human. And if Jesus is walking with you, you are never walking through it alone.

That is why I love Luke 15 so much. Because the father does not stand there shaming the prodigal for coming home — he runs to him, wraps him up, and welcomes him back.^[1] And that is the heart behind this place. Not shame. Not judgment. Not pretending. Just the invitation to come home.

That is what I want for you here.

You are not your abuse.

You are not your shame.

You are not the lies spoken over you.

You are not the worst thing that ever happened to you.

You are who God says you are.

And He says you are loved. He says you are chosen. He says you are seen. He says you are worth pursuing. He says He is close to the brokenhearted. He says He is your refuge, your healer, your helper, and your deliverer — a shelter in the storm.^[2]

Come as you are

So if you are already part of this community, welcome home. I am so grateful you are here. I want you to know you are not walking this out alone, and if you ever need prayer, encouragement, a listening ear, or just a little reminder that you are not crazy and you are not alone, I am close by.

And if you are still checking things out, that is okay too.

Read the free content. Sit with the words. Breathe. Pray. See if this feels like a place where you can exhale. And if there is something you wish this community offered, tell me. I want this space to grow in ways that truly serve the people God brings here.

I believe we are all on a path.

Some of us are just starting back home.

Some of us are learning how to heal.

Some of us are still in the wilderness.

But no matter where you are, Jesus is not afraid of your mess. He is not waiting for perfection. He is waiting for your yes.

So welcome.

Take your time.

Bring your whole self.

And let's walk this road together.

With love, honesty, and a little holy fire,
K