Over the spring semester of my senior year in college, I took time to reflect, read and revisit my time in Central Asia as well as the few months that followed in 2013, attempting to fully grasp what God taught and is continuing to teach me from that period.

2013 was easily one of the most difficult years of my life. One specifically where I felt abused, objectified, lonely and misunderstood. As I reflected on this time, I reflected on those feelings, while aiming to see the bigger picture. I’ve discovered much heartbreak, but also an extensive amount of grace. The project has been deemed broken voice because although I was being heard, my voice was marred, distorted, and broken apart.

Still, I have found that God will use broken voices to shout His name loudest.