Wendy Hoynes looked happier than I had ever seen her before. In fact, standing next to the man she was about to marry, I hardly recognized her. The broken, distraught woman I knew just three years prior had been transformed. When I met her, Wendy could barely speak for thirty minutes without crying. Her life had been derailed at an early age, and she hadn’t allowed herself to blossom or move through the sorrow she had been experiencing for many years. Today she was a