I’m very careful about the stories I tell here. Primarily, because I know that sharing my stories will harm people I love dearly. I stick to generalities. Don’t give names. Rarely even refer to specific people. NEVER give descriptions.
But, if I made a good choice, dare I even say, a wise choice…then it’s fair to ask myself what I’ve gained and what I’ve lost for the better.
It takes time. It takes the mighty work of God inside us. But healing is possible. And so is hope.
I found this coin when I was 10 years old. I was camping about an hour east of Seattle, deep in the mountains, and as I walked barefoot through the camp sites I suddenly felt something underneath my feet that seemed out of place. I looked down to see a square coin, and couldn’t believeContinue reading “I Collect Dead, Dying Things. I Collect Brokenness.”
I’ve heard God doesn’t make mistakes. I’ve heard it is impossible… Everything about you. Your nationality, your skin color, gender, hair texture. How expressive or reserved you are. How introverted or extroverted you are. Your ability to sing or create art or to fearlessly barrel race horses. Your laugh. NONE OF IT IS A MISTAKE.Continue reading “God Doesn’t Make Mistakes, So It’s Impossible For You To Be One”
I listened to a podcast today that talked about how, in the Bible, there is no concept of separate justice issues. There is only JUSTICE and INJUSTICE. Preach! When you start talking about injustice, child abuse doesn’t really jump to the forefront of your mind. Because it hides in plain sight, and like a deadly bacteriaContinue reading “Child Abuse Is The Social Justice Issue We’ve All Been Overlooking”
There is a cost for every choice. And what you sacrifice or willingly offer up either wounds your soul or else repairs it. Because you are not just flesh and bone and blood pumping through veins. You are spirit. You are soul. You are deeply and irrevocably eternal.
Let go of the people who say they love you but hold everything against you. Because true love doesn’t keep a record of wrongs. Let go of the people who tear down your dreams with wild words of incapable fears. Because real love always hopes.
I remember the way my body shook the first time I typed up my story. The words just poured out of my fingertips, like water tipped over that cannot stop from spilling. It was gonna happen anyway. And maybe the water had actually been waiting all that time. Waiting to be tipped.
The past 6 months haven’t looked like anything I ever imagined. 6 months ago, one conversation changed everything. It was a series of threats that took my life-long struggle against abuse and pushed me to the edge of a cliff. And I had a choice to make. Keep allowing this person to abuse me, orContinue reading “The Goal of Abuse is to Destroy You”