Letters From Manasseh: The Heart, Hope, + Origin Story
Welcome to Letters from Manasseh
If you’re new here, my name is Tanner. I’m just your average girl whose always loved the Lord and has always felt a huge calling to use my gift of words, deep feelings, and writing for Him. I’ve always loved stories about people who shouldn’t have made it — the ones who were betrayed, overlooked, left for dead — God loves to make sure that’s not the end and I love that about Him. Joseph’s story has been that for me. The pit, the prison, the lies, the years of waiting — and then the palace. But what sticks with me most is what he named his first son: Manasseh.
"God has made me forget all my trouble and all my father’s household." (Genesis 41:51)
It wasn’t that his past just vanished — but God helped him let go of what he didn’t need to carry anymore. He made him fruitful in the same place that once broke him. I’ve needed my own Manasseh over and over. In family pain that felt too big to heal. In heartbreak that cracked my chest wide open. In mistakes that made me wonder if I’d gone too far to be used again. But the Lord has never wasted any of it. Not once.
Over the last two years, He’s refined me in ways I didn’t even know I needed. He’s taught me that healing isn’t always pretty — sometimes it’s stripping things away that I held onto too tightly. Sometimes it’s letting Him expose old wounds I’d tried to cover up with busyness and good intentions. He’s reminded me that being set apart doesn’t mean being perfect — it means being willing to come back to Him again and again, no matter how messy I feel or how badly I mess up. He’s shown me that when I feel things too deeply — every ache, every joy — it’s not a weakness. It’s the way He made me to carry other people’s hearts in my own.
Why I’m Here
Since I was a teenager, I knew deep down I’d write for Him someday, like I said previously. I didn’t know how or when — it felt like a dream too far off to touch — but I always believed He’d use my words to remind people they weren’t alone. So in the quiet, I stayed — writing my way through my own heartbreak and using it to connect with Him.
It’s wild to look at my life now and see Him doing exactly what He pressed into my heart so so many year ago — even after all the things I thought disqualified me. Even after the hidden places that needed His refining fire. It’s true that God never breaks a promise and His words are never void.
So Letters From Manasseh is me saying yes to that calling — to write honestly, to speak life, to point you back to the same God who’s walked me through the pit and the prison and keeps showing me there’s fruit waiting on the other side.
What You’ll Find Here
You’ll find real words — not sugarcoated or shiny, but honest.
Prayers for when you can’t find your own.
Scripture that feels alive when you’re lying awake in the dark.
Stories that remind you you’re not the only one who struggles, hopes, and keeps coming back for more grace.
I hope this feels like a place where you can breathe and lay some things down. I hope you see that your story isn’t too far gone to be redeemed. I hope you remember the same God who gave Joseph a Manasseh still does that today — helping us let go of what we don’t need to carry and growing something good in the very places that tried to break us.
Just Me, Just Us
So come as you are. Bring your soft heart, your deep feelings, your questions. I’ll be here with my white chocolate mocha (half & half — always) and my Bible full of scribbles and tear stains. I don’t have it all figured out — but I know He’s not done with us yet.
Welcome to Letters From Manasseh. I’m really glad you’re here.
— Tanner
