Child Abuse Is The Social Justice Issue We’ve All Been Overlooking

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 bacteria that works its way deep into the crevices of your body, child abuse is an insidious destroyer of a sense of self.

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Listen to me. We are NEVER going back (R-rated)…

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. Continue reading “Listen to me. We are NEVER going back (R-rated)…”

What Happens When You Tell Your Story Out Loud

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.

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Still He Stays: A Response to Fathers Day

I have heard the voices say, there is no love for you. And long have I leaned into those lies, and soaked in the evil of all those words. Continue reading “Still He Stays: A Response to Fathers Day”

The Goal of Abuse is to Destroy You

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, or walk away. I walked away. Continue reading “The Goal of Abuse is to Destroy You”

When Sorry Isn’t Enough: A Christian’s Response

I remembering telling someone once to stop saying sorry to me because they didn’t mean it. And I was tired of hearing it every day.

That simple, childhood realization was the first time I remember distinguishing between an apology and a repentant heart. I didn’t know what to call it. I just knew I was being lied to. Continue reading “When Sorry Isn’t Enough: A Christian’s Response”