My heart is for the one with clipped wings; the one who has been deemed unfit for flight. My words are for the broken-hearted… the one who feels crippled by their wounds. I’m here to tell you this is not how your story ends. Healing is coming. But what does healing look like? We recognize brokenness, we recognize wholeness. So how do you go from broken to whole? What about the in between? Well, here’s your chance: a rare peek behind the curtain of someone’s life to see the process of their healing. I’m not gonna lie: It’s raw and unfiltered. This is an intimate look at healing in progress and you’re invited.

You’re a tough ole bird, my darling starling.

And you WILL soar again.

[About me...]

Can I just go ahead and say it? Writing an author page in the third person easily comes across as pretentious… and weird. So I’m not gonna. 

Hi, I’m Elise Corinne. I was a single mom for 5 years after an ugly divorce. I was married for 15 years when I found out my husband had a secret family. I’m the mother of three amazing kids. I’m a dancer, a worshiper, a volunteer youth leader, the church secretary, and baker. I’m bad at math and if you can solve anything over a 6th grade level of mathematics then I consider you a “mathemagician." I’ve been a wife, a stay-at-home mom, a waitress, and a music teacher. I was “that granola mom who had two home births” and then I left everyone scratching their heads when I unofficially adopted my 17 year old daughter. I’ve been a woman of leisure in an affluent neighborhood while my kids attended private school. I’ve also homeschooled my kiddos in a tiny home and relied on my mom and best friend to fill in the gaps while I worked two part-time jobs. I’ve lived seasons of life where I was considered financially well-off and other seasons where I wasn’t sure where my next meal would come from. I've been a housekeeper, a sales associate, a dance instructor, and a scrapbooker. I even used to own a catering business. 

I’ve been petty, I’ve been extremely thoughtful. I’ve been a manipulative liar, I’ve spoken truth in the hardest moments. I’ve been the biggest coward, I’ve surprised even myself with feats of bravery. I’ve been controlling, I’ve completely let go.

All of these things have influenced my life in some form or fashion. However, none of this defines who I am. I’m defined only by my Maker and He calls me His child. More importantly, none of my accomplishments/titles/failures/character flaws determine my worth. My only frame of reference for worthiness is Jesus. He decided I was worth dying for. There aren’t enough accolades in this world that will ever compare to finding my value in Him.