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”

Excuse Me?

Did you call me a liar? Let me ask you this, “Have you lived through my experience?” “Were you next to me when my memory returned?” The night hour sweats as another scene gorged its way through my denial. The terror of going to sleep. The body aches that returned as I walked through theContinue reading “Excuse Me?”

Sunday Morning Coming Down

This blog has been shared over 11,000 times. This post the third most shared. I share it again because the message is obviously one that is needed. Sundays – a day for families, a day for reflection, a day to be still. Maybe, a day for renewed hope. All of my life I have struggledContinue reading “Sunday Morning Coming Down”

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”

Neglected, But Not Destroyed

Like trying to dance in a field of thorns, so it is for the broken to walk through life. There wasn’t a piece of my childhood that was protected or safe. Nothing mattered when it came to who I was. I was just meant for the pleasure, or hatred, of those I was born to.Continue reading “Neglected, But Not Destroyed”

Sunday Morning Coming Down

Sundays – a day for families, a day for reflection, a day to be still. Maybe, a day for renewed hope. All of my life I have struggled with love. What does it mean? What does it look like? How do I get it? If you believe that God knew us while we were beingContinue reading “Sunday Morning Coming Down”

A Pocket Full of Promise

My childhood was filled with broken promises. Thinking back, I’m not sure I even knew what a promise was. A promise was something that was supposed to be fulfilled and included hope – neither of these things were commodities in our home. I can remember one promise. My mother told me and my siblings toContinue reading “A Pocket Full of Promise”

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”

Sunday Morning Coming Down

Sundays – a day for families, a day for reflection, a day to be still. Maybe, a day for renewed hope. All of my life I have struggled with love. What does it mean? What does it look like? How do I get it? If you believe that God knew us while we were beingContinue reading “Sunday Morning Coming Down”

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