I’m gonna tell you a little story inspired by my friend’s post today at Therapy For Black Men. When my husband and I were dating, I would commonly take a back road from his house to mine. The highway wound through the foothills along the Cascade Mountains north of Seattle and connected both our houses.Continue reading “Listen To Your Gut.”
On August 2, 2020 I discovered child pornography on FB in less than a minute. My cousin, a childhood sexual abuse survivor, had heard about the pedohila page in a support group she was in for survivors like her. She was rightly upset. When she told me I didn’t believe her. I thought, “She’s justContinue reading “Cuties: Violence, Sexuality, and The Stories We Tell”
He never promised we’d be exempt from a pandemic, but he has promised us his very character and nature, he has promised us who we are in him.
I’m gonna drive right into this list, but before I do, I want to preface it with something to keep in mind. Remember, that you can read all the blogs and watch all the YouTube videos, but at the end of the day, only you know your story. And each video and blog is fromContinue reading “6 Signs Your Abuser Hasn’t Changed At All”
I hear it and read it all the time. But mostly I see it: people who have barricaded themselves inside walls built by trauma, lies, fear. It doesn’t mater who built these walls. What matters is that the walls are still standing. And sometimes I think we actually repair these walls around us. We reinforceContinue reading “You Are Not Too Damaged. You Are Not Broken Beyond Repair: God Is Enough!”
And if it is true that when one part suffers all the parts suffer, then our words and our actions and treatments ought to be slung over our shoulders with all the respect of a an honorable weight…to be carried inside the walls of The Church, up onto its platforms, and out of our lips, God help us. Like a solider knows the sacredness of self-sacrifice and duty and this is why he must carry himself so. Because a weight is not the same as a burden.
It takes time. It takes the mighty work of God inside us. But healing is possible. And so is hope.
I am learning something so substantial, so weighty in all of this, that God sees the brokenness inside me and his response is not to shame me, his response is to remind me of who I am and to remind me of what actually matters. Because, deep deep deep inside of us, what sin has broken isn’t our perfection, it’s our identity. It has broken who we are. Our souls. Our cells.
The Church isn’t missing anything. It doesn’t need more stuff or programs or even money…it just needs YOU!
Imagine that you have fallen into deep waters, but it’s your first time to swim. Fighting just to get a breath in; & then someone hands you a screaming child, a stack of paperwork, a bunch of trainings & appointment reminders. Then imagine being expected to complete it all while keeping yourself & that terrifiedContinue reading “You Don’t Have To Be A Foster Parent To Change A Foster Kid’s Life”