We live in a world overcome with images. But mostly, we carry these images inside of us, always comparing, because searching for an identity is the core of what it means to be human.
If God has called you to it. Do it.
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.
Sit down and buckle up, because this is going to a good read. First of all, right off the bat, can I just say that if you clicked on this blog post because you thought, “Oh my gosh. That’s totally me.” I am so sorry. I’m sorry for the wounds inflicted on you, and for every day you’ve had to spend fighting back the lies that were spoken over you by the very people who should have been fighting for you.
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.
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.
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”
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 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 wasContinue reading “When Sorry Isn’t Enough: A Christian’s Response”