deceit
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Sometimes I watch my children in the late afternoon, when the house has gone soft around the edges, and I think about the child I was. They don’t know they are being watched. They are barefoot. Someone is laughing in the next room. Someone is asking for a snack they have already been told they…
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“It is strange”, he said at last. “I had longed to enter the world of men. Now I see it filled with sorrow, with cruelty and treachery, with those who would destroy all around them.” “Yet, enter it you must,” Gwydion answered, “for it is a destiny laid on each of us. True, you have…
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People like to talk about trauma like it’s only damage. Something to fix. Something to soften and soothe until it disappears. That’s incomplete. I wasn’t just hurt. I was trained. Not in a way I would have chosen. Not in a way I would ever recreate for my children. But training doesn’t stop being training…
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There is a kind of person modern society praises endlessly. The agreeable person. The one who keeps the peace, who tries to understand every side, who smooths the air in a room the moment tension begins to gather. They are thoughtful. Careful. Generous with the benefit of the doubt. And yet I have come to…
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Moments of reflection, what better way to start the week. One of the most beautiful things about healing with God is that the battle is not mine any more, but His! Coming through a home of incest left daily battles that followed me in life. The truth God taught me about fighting for me was…
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Moments of reflection, what better way to start the week. I have learned through the years that those around me matter. I’m not talking about causal acquaintances. What I am talking about is my inner circle. Have I asked God what he thinks? There is a bible story in Joshua 9 that talks about the…
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Being “special” is an act of manipulation that abusers use all the time. The special time together, the special bond you share, the special time you get — we can walk on in life and hold onto these special times. Or we can begin to decipher the hidden message of abuse. My father treated me…
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Most abusers, at some point in their life, become self-righteous people who behave as if superior to others. This usually happens some time down the road from their over-exposed behavior of abuse. In the early years, they appear out of control with addictions, they are usually angry and have many destructive, abusive ways they throw…
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Hatred is an intense dislike or ill will. If I came close to hatred in my life, I suppose it would be towards my mother. Maybe not for the vile acts of sexual perversion she brought upon me, but for her deceiving ways. She is much like the sorcerer and false prophet Paul talked about…