destiny

  • God Doesn’t Hurry Sorrow

    One of the things that keeps unsettling me about Scripture is how little urgency God seems to have. We do. We rush grief. We prescribe timelines. We congratulate people for “moving on,” as though healing were measured by speed instead of depth. God doesn’t seem interested in any of that. He lets Job argue. He…

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  • I Wasn’t Just Hurt. I Was Trained.

    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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  • A Bridge

    Introspection — what better way to start a week. Question: What would life feel like uninhibited by pain? Brigadoon is a place that is idyllic, unaffected by time, or remote from reality. My Brigadoon is living a life hidden with God. I am tucked away in his kingdom – forever safe. I am not remote from reality but…

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  • Helpless, Until I Was Not

    In my mother’s womb was darkness, The darkness continued both day and night; When I was born, I was alone, The darkness continued both day and night; As I child I walked in terror, The darkness continued both day and night; I was raped as a teenager, The darkness continued both day and night; When…

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  • A Pocket Full of Promise

    My childhood was filled with broken promises. Thinking back, I’m not sure I even knew what a promise was. A promise was something that was supposed to be fulfilled and included hope – neither of these things were commodities in our home. I can remember one promise. My mother told me and my siblings to…

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  • A Well Crafted Escape

    One didn’t exist for me. The longer the abuse lasted in my life, the more I would try to detail what an escape from my parents would look like. A bullet in my mother’s head? That would stop her. I fantasized about tying my dad up, bringing him into his bathroom and placing him on…

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  • The Lone Survivor

    Incest is a particularly cruel beast. I wasn’t just subjected to inhumane treatment at the hands of my family, I also had to choose what side of the road I was going to stand on. For years, I tried to stay with that corrupt family. It just didn’t work for me. I learned later that…

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