Reflections on storytelling, healing, faith, prevention, and the moments that help us move forward.
“Poor people don’t deserve snacks.” Recently this came across my social media feeds in a post shared by friend. I read through the entire post three times before sitting back taking some deep breaths and trying to find grace for the author through the mist of my absolute frustration. I believe the original intent was...
Read MoreEvery story has a beginning, and this is one of mine. In this space, I’ll share reflections on healing, faith, and the journey that shaped my voice.
Read MorePainting you black was such an easy thing to do. Compassion and grace were applied to everyone but you because the backstory of a villain is rarely pursued. But here in the cold cloak of grief, I wonder about the world from your point of view. Trying to better understand you I roll the film...
Read MoreThe Pain A constant throbbing ache. Memories and history live in my skin. Fear grips and my body respond in ways I don’t always understand. Anxiety, fight or flight, I never feel safe. Hypervigilance is exhausting. I am drifting in open seas surrounded by yachts, but no one is rescuing me. Loneliness pushes me further...
Read MoreHeaviness drapes like a cloak. Pain flares as flames that by comparison are stoked. Expectations press in hard against the weight of a broken commitment. All the while, loneliness echoes in the emptiness of choices spent. Comfort seeking fills your glass. Each sip stirring desires of past. Secrets are more easily spilled from behind a...
Read MoreHold your tongue. Swallow your feelings. Bend your beliefs to those around you. Be polite. Be kind. Let them say whatever they want. Speaking up is rude. Keep your cool. Let them label you, but don’t you dare do the same. Sit quietly. Exhausting as it is we must play the peace keeping game. Recently...
Read MoreI have always known this part of you existed. Now and then your mask will slip and that’s when I glimpse it. A haunting darkness floating just beneath your glittering surface. Untamed. Held down with scotch tape, just barely restrained. Standing on the shore where the two sides of you meet. I am filled with...
Read MoreGod always brings you opportunities to practice our fruits. Man, o man I fell short of God’s glory the other day. I was not the example of patience, kindness, or self-control that we as Christian’s are called to be. So, before I jump into this story just remember that I am a work in progress...
Read MoreYou left me here. With understanding I stay safely tucked in this place of discarded things surrounded by your forgotten dreams. Each ticking of the minute hand pulses shivers of fear. Waiting, I watch as shadows creep near. Slowly, I feel the cold inky fingers of darkness entwine. This struggle against submission’s soft caress has...
Read MoreA few weeks ago, my daughter was in the middle of math homework when she had a massive melt down. You know those meltdowns that start over something seemingly benign, like math homework, but by the end of the spiral you are in a puddle of tears because in your own head you can never...
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