You'll never find joy if you stay with your abuser. Why? I'll give you my top three reasons. There are so many, but I'll stick with three for now. An abusive spouse/boyfriend becomes your prison guard...from which to escape. He controls you. The way he treats you, which is a systematic plan of dominating you, … Continue reading You must leave your abuser to find Joy
We can learn so much from our littles can’t we? That we’re deeply loved super heroes? I know this little guy feels that way. I don’t know about you but I don’t wake up feeling like a loved super hero every day. It doesn’t change the way God sees me though. God loves us unconditionally. … Continue reading See Yourself Through God’s Eyes
I was walking along Singing my song He said, "I don't like your sound" I thought Whatever could he mean? … Continue reading Keep Singing
There it lay, a dead bird outside our garage door. It must not have seen the huge garage doors and flew smack dab into them or gotten into a fight with another bird. At least that’s what I thought until I watched the security camera footage. Yeah, I’ve got some time on my hands. I … Continue reading A dead bird, a security camera, and the meaning of life
We were just back from our honeymoon when my new husband didn't like something I said, and he backhanded me across the face. It was the first time he ever hit me. I sat, stunned, my teeth ringing, as his wedding band, the symbol of forever love, smashed into my mouth. I tasted blood. My … Continue reading Domestic violence hits close to home
A friend of mine told me about a church she knows of that is exacting discipline on a woman because she filed for divorce from her husband. She claims he emotionally abused her. The elders, all male, in the church say that she has no “biblical basis” for divorce. Therefore, they are “disciplining” her. I’ll make … Continue reading Run Free, Woman!
This morning I sensed an elation driving past the cracked, crumbling fields where the earth upturned dark in the purpling light, where crows speckled the treeline, posing as dark little islands atop yellowing leaves. Today I awoke a little bolder— How should the earth be written? As a soft feather, becoming swept up at the first gust? … Continue reading Ethereal Underpass