How many times do we let fear dictate our actions? or the path we take in life? I'm not talking about the fear you feel while watching a scary movie or doing something new and scary. I'm talking about the deep rooted fear that was ingrained by years of habit through repeated use of control…Read more Fear
The pieces are scattered around. They are all pretty tiny, some only dust, like glass shattering from a great height on tile floor. No one can see them, but they are there, hidden deep within her heart. Bandaged together with princess band-aids. Hastily sewn back together with black ribbon. Taped here and super glued there…Read more Broken
I have done my damnedest to stay out of the marriage equality/Christianity debate. I am a Christian and I am not ashamed of this fact in the least. But I am getting so angry and so frustrated by the many "Christian" posts about the "rejoicing of sinners" and the final judgement belongs to God. There…Read more Love Thy (Gay) Neighbor
It's been a very long time since I've taken time to write here. It's been even longer since I've written anything really worth something, something from the heart. I've decided now was a good time to continue my story. I don't know why, unlike the last two ("1 year" and "No Longer Shamed but Forgiven")…Read more Wrecked (my testimony #3)
"They punish their women for what sounds like male weakness to me" (121). ~The Immortal Crown by Richelle Mead Growing up, I was given the impression that "Feminism" was a dirty word. I'm not sure that was my mother's intention, but it was the consequence. I think part of that was an extremely conservative reading…Read more What Being a Feminist Means to Me
Lately, it seems as though one great pastor is contradicting another great pastor, and they both are contradicting my Christian therapist who is being contradicted by the great Oswald Chambers who is just brutal sometimes, and brutally honest can be good but is he right? Then there's the Bible, you know the actual word of God?…Read more It’s Okay Not to be Okay, But . . .
Even before my eyes were fully unglued, before I dragged my tired butt out of bed, I prayed. I prayed because the night before I had cried myself to sleep yet again. Not just a silent tear that accidentally slips out, no, sobbing, the cathartic tears of a heart that hurts. A heart that is…Read more I have pretty makeup on today, so I can’t cry