Like the dash on a tombstone, my personal narrative is the tale of a wilderness journey nestled between the loss of two of the most important people in my life. The first loss I liken as a doorway into the wilderness, fraught with trauma, guilt, and depression; the second, a doorway out of the wilderness, abounding with celebration, inspiration, and purpose. The wilderness is a “place where ordinary life is suspended, identity is shifted, and new possibilities emerge” (bibleresources.americanbible.org), often over the entire course of one’s lifetime. My ordinary life was suspended at the age of five, my identity shifted between forty and fifty-five, and new possibilities emerged at the age of sixty when I finally found my own voice.