A woman sits in her living room, comfortably chatting with new friends from church. Over cups of decaf and cookies, and between the sounds of their children playing tag outside, they chat about music, homeschooling, and their favorite movies and books. “My friend is writing a book right now. It’s about human trafficking. I justContinue reading “Human Trafficking Is Closer & More Prolific Than We Realize”
We keep being told we have a choice. We keep hearing that word…”choice”, but I don’t think it means what the MSM thinks it means. Taking away someone’s freedoms over and over until they comply is NOT choice. It is, in fact, the opposite of choice. We’ve been told we “need to reach herd immunity”Continue reading “Forced Vaccination for All: Freedom vs. Coercion”
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.
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.”
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!”
It takes time. It takes the mighty work of God inside us. But healing is possible. And so is hope.
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’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”
How to identify and stop generational curses.