I grew up internalizing that unless I was 100% obedient to my parents and therefore God I had no right to hold others accountable for how they treated me. Scripture was used to mute my voice.
The weightier matters of the law: justice, mercy and faithfulness were overlooked.
In a sense we have worn ourselves out serving others. The beautiful vice of busyness, often lauded by our church culture, is an acceptable numbing and addictive agent in the lives of those deeply wounded.
I sang and prayed a song for over a month. It resonated with my soul. The melody conveyed the longing of my heart. Yes, Lord… let me walk upon the […]
Yet in this deep contentment I sometimes wonder what I could have been had the twenty something years of abuse not happened.
What if I wasn’t so broken?
Where could I be today if I hadn’t been abused?
This blog has been absolutely silent for the last seven months. Silence is good. For when you finally succumb to your exhaustion, when your body gives out after your three […]
I first posted Christmas Suffering last year. As I have been praying over words for this blog I felt that it should be shared once again. December 2012 – I’m sure […]
I had this other post ready to go today. And then this morning happened. Our cat has anxiety and has been losing hair, scratching on everything and peeing too. In […]
A dream is a wish your heart makes When you’re fast asleep In dreams you lose your heartaches Whatever you wish for, you keep Have faith in your dreams and […]
Our footprints lingered on the sand only long enough for the next wave to wash them away. I walked hand in hand with my husband, sauntering as the wind whipped […]
When you look at me, you would never guess my mom had the green eyes and red hair the Scottish-Irish people are famous for. I resemble my Sicilian father with […]
Wounded ~ Healer ~ Warrior 