Space in Eternity

Growing up I had very little of my own space. Someone or something was always in it! The abuse I suffered encroached into everything. Space was a commodity I didn’t have. If I wasn’t being sexually abused, my being was forced to gorge on the aftermath. Inside and outside my space had become the playgroundContinue reading “Space in Eternity”

Rolling Stones Don’t Collect Moss

A rolling stone gathers no moss is an old proverb, credited to Publilius Syrus. A common modern meaning is that a person must stay active to avoid stagnation. Sometimes my heart questions my inability to make peace with my abusers. I hear stories of restoration from some through forgiveness and love. I believe these stories toContinue reading “Rolling Stones Don’t Collect Moss”

Don’t Let Anyone Take You Hostage

You have trusted in your wickedness    and have said, ‘No one sees me.’Your wisdom and knowledge mislead you    when you say to yourself,    ‘I am, and there is none besides me.’ Isaiah 47:8 When my father died, I am told that he let out two great big terrifying screams. I had just left him hours earlier and knew I wouldn’t beContinue reading “Don’t Let Anyone Take You Hostage”

Creatures of a Crutch

My father needed me to stay close to him, or so it seemed. He didn’t like to be by himself. He mostly liked to be by me. I didn’t like that very much. His incessant concern to know where I was at all times kept me enslaved to him. This was not because his loveContinue reading “Creatures of a Crutch”