Courage to Fail

The world seems to tell us to show up all put together, doesn’t it? Tragedies of all kinds demand attention. When we look at our hurts, we’re not okay. If we we are okay seeing our scars, are we really seeing them for what they are? Not being a bystander in my own story causedContinue reading “Courage to Fail”

Casual Affair

Many address childhood trauma as if it were the same as not having a prom date for your high school gala. This couldn’t be farther from the truth and adds insult to injury. There was a prophet in the Old Testament named Jeremiah. I love his words about God’s people who were being set upContinue reading “Casual Affair”

~ Questioning Your Mind ~

Doubting memory is a sad tale that brings victims of crimes under scrutiny. Oh, how I remember the sounds that plagued our streets. Children laughing and the happy sounds of the ice cream man — the man who peddled so much joy. I had to find him. I heard the sound coming down our lane,Continue reading “~ Questioning Your Mind ~”

A Crescent Moon

Time on my patio the other evening ended with the beautiful appearance of a crescent moon. The crescent moon is a symbol of new beginnings, hope, and optimism. It signifies the waxing phase of the lunar cycle- when night becomes day in its fullest form. This phase can also be seen as representing life’s journey fromContinue reading “A Crescent Moon”

Distorted & Displaced

Where is home? What is home? The more I heal, the more I seem to feel displaced. When I lived in the streams of denial, life seemed more pleasant – I think. At least I could pretend. Not pretending can make me feel like a fish out of the ocean. It’s like I was issuedContinue reading “Distorted & Displaced”

Is Rejection the Real Culprit?

Pain, mercy, abuse – it’s all born out of rejection. When my father was dying he and I had a six-hour conversation. We talked about a lot. I asked him who hadn’t seen his pain. I pushed the question again, saying, “Dad, was it your mother who didn’t see your pain?” He looked down atContinue reading “Is Rejection the Real Culprit?”

Discipline, A Catalyst for Change

I hated discipline. Every form of it. Until I learned that disciple is not punishment. Growing up we were punished for every slight infraction we made in my father’s kingdom. If you spoke or behaved inappropriately, a leather belt was waiting to connect with your raw skin. If you didn’t wash the dishes just rightContinue reading “Discipline, A Catalyst for Change”

Abandoned, But Not Forgotten

If I didn’t honor myself by returning to my past, and bringing vindication where I could, I would have been left abandoned. I would have abandoned myself. I had to force myself to remember me. Everything around me told me to stop seeking, stop turning over rocks. “Learn to live,” they would tell me. Didn’tContinue reading “Abandoned, But Not Forgotten”