Living Water

I’ve written before about the many gifts my father gave me as a child. The spirit of religion happened to be one of those. He took my virginity and taught me about his god. His god was cruel, inflicted judgment and pain, and constantly gave me rules I couldn’t or wouldn’t want to follow. IncestContinue reading “Living Water”

Flesh Wounds

My body indeed kept record of the wrongs done against it. The issue was I couldn’t just heal by simply recalling the trauma my body had received. It is so much easier for them to talk about what has been done to them — to tell a story of victimization and revenge — than toContinue reading “Flesh Wounds”

Slashed Wrists

Suicide was such a prevalent enemy that was with me as I traversed the waters of growing up in treacherous abuse. As a child in a home of such control, there was no way to even consider attempting suicide. That, too, would not have been allowed. It’s strange how such powerful control takes over everyContinue reading “Slashed Wrists”

A Gift of Righteousness

Clean and unclean. What does that really mean? Am I unclean because of the rapes and sexual assaults on my body? Can the act of another person relegate me to a life that is not worth anything? A life that is lowly and unclean? Absolutely not! The crimes that don’t come out of an actContinue reading “A Gift of Righteousness”

Curses & Betrayals

I had a presumptive contract with my parents when I was born to them. I had to trust them as I came into their world, I had no choice. Betrayal started at the moment I took my first breath into this world or maybe it started before I came out of my mother’s womb? IfContinue reading “Curses & Betrayals”

It’s Complicated

Children learn about the unseen by the way of the seen; they learn about the invisible by the way of the visible. On the threshold of hope, Diane Mandt Langberg, PhD, page 132 When you’re a child, you have no prior information to judge what is right and what is wrong. Sure, we don’t likeContinue reading “It’s Complicated”