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”

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”

Lame, But Not Disabled

I entered adult life lame. I was weak and fell behind the others around me. I married my first husband at 18 to get away from my parents. He, of course, was a classic abuser and royal asshole. My attempts to keep myself and my children safe around him, never seemed to work. I wasContinue reading “Lame, But Not Disabled”

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”

A Treasury of Trust

No deposit was ever made in me as a child from my parents that would have led me to believe in trust. That’s a great big inadequacy in a human being. Another broken spot. Another spec folks find in me and place additional blame and just another place to find no meaning. As I satContinue reading “A Treasury of Trust”