Scarlet White
I write under the name Scarlet White, a name born from sinful beginnings and the peace of being made new. It’s drawn from Isaiah 1:18, not as a declaration of purity, but as a confession of the mess I am and the mercy I still chase as I become who I was created to be.
This Is My Story
This blog, Echoes in the Current, is where I set memories adrift and document how turbulent and muddy waters are now being cleansed by Living Water.
“I was raised by the misinterpretation of Proverbs 22:15…”
Then, even before I truly became an adult, I was married and raising children. I once vowed I’d never be like my parents but a whirlpool full of swirling debris doesn’t clear quickly. In moments of exhaustion and self-centeredness, I mirrored the very behaviors I hated. The debris of that same misinterpretation drove my action for a few years. I noticed and started the process of changing. I got involved in M.O.P.S. My transformation began and is still developing.
Full Of Debris
“The river that is my soul kept churning and darkening…”
As more debris sank into the bed of my life, it created a black hole like quicksand beneath me one that devoured and held every brutal word ever spoken to me. It sucked down the once-beautiful riverbank my currents had carved. I fell headfirst, helplessly, into that darkness. Indecisions clouded by all that debris were decisions that destroyed the life I knew.
The dark life I flowed into was foreign to me, nothing like the cookie-cutter image of wife, mommy, and homemaker I had been raised to believe I’d be.
On the surface, the waters were turbulent and tainted.
But the Living Water I mentioned earlier began slowing the swirl of that black hole and cleared the debris one drop at a time. the riverbank, finally started to carve a straight path.
What You’ll Find Here
Here you’ll find pieces of my story, real, raw, and sometimes wrapped in metaphor.
- Addiction
- Estrangement
- Faith
- Love
- Motherhood
- Grief
- Grace
I hide my story in lyrics and narrative.
I build a river from categories.
I name the current when I can.
If you’re wandering downstream with your own turbulent and muddy waters, questions, or need for redemption, you’re not alone.
I don’t offer advice here, only witness.
These are my echoes in the current.
These are the words I couldn’t say out loud.
These are the currents that shaped who I am today.
Echoes In The Current 