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.
Let me just tell you that when I fell in love with my husband I fell HARD. Like I lost my mind. My grades dropped. I barely slept. I couldn’t get enough. I was basically obsessed.
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 started asking myself questions several years ago. Does anyone else do this? Ask yourself a series of questions throughout the day?
Let the haters go. They are too heavy to carry very far at all. Let the abusers go. They will only teach you to drown yourself.
I’m writing this for me. I’m preaching to the choir. I need this today. Because, I need to remember that motherhood was never intended to be picture perfect or even halfway presentable most of the time. ••• Motherhood is hard hard draining exhausting work. X 100. God gives us these little people and we holdContinue reading “The Meaning of Motherhood: Honest Words to Myself”
Do you know what it means to be healed? It means you are free. It means your shame is so far behind you you can barely see it when you look back. It means there is freedom of emotion when you walk beside the Lord step by step through a valley and come out intoContinue reading “What Healing Really Means”
Today was Sunday, and like so many other Sundays I spent my morning thinking about and preparing for church. I have been to church almost every Sunday of my life. Some of the seats I’ve sat in, I’ve loved. Some, not so much. I’ve been to Catholic services, to liturgical Baptist Churches on the EastContinue reading “Why Church Matters- Part 1”
The past year has been a journey toward Living Well and of learning firsthand that emotional healing doesn’t always come easily. Sometimes, the people who are supposed to love us most, end up causing us indescribable pain and repeated heartache.
No matter your story, no matter the type of abuse or level of abuse you might have endured, all sin wounds. And simply because all sin wounds, there is grief in the world. Here it is: the truth about pain: it must be grieved before it can be gone. Brokenness doesn’t go away. It mustContinue reading “From Victim to Healed: The Journey of Lament”