healing CPTSD
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I would love to hear from you! A Jewel: Do you believe God holds all of us accountable or do you see His love like milk toast? If your image of God’s love does not include judgment how can there be ultimate justice? Don’t hear what I am not saying. I did not say God…
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Childhood was a house where I learned the weight of footsteps. I knew who was coming by the complaint of the floor. I knew when to become small. The wallpaper kept its little flowers. Morning arrived, offensively ordinary. I was sexually abused. I write it plainly because I spent years making a thicket of language…
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Faulkner wrote, “The past is never dead. It’s not even past.”Anyone who has tried to heal a family wound knows how inconveniently alive the past can be. We bury it, and it comes down to breakfast. We forbid it to speak, and discover that our children have learned its language.Long before we had scientific names…
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Some families pass down money. Mine passed down fear. Addiction. Violence. Abuse. Broken marriages. Children who became victims. Adults who became victimizers. People who disappeared into drugs. People who hurt children. People who spent their lives trying to survive what had been done to them. For a long time, I thought this was simply what…
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We have become a civilization obsessed with taking care of ourselves, and somehow we have become remarkably bad at living. Every feeling requires a name. Every discomfort requires an explanation. Every difficult season requires a diagnosis, a boundary, a retreat, a podcast, a bath, a journal entry, or three business days of “protecting our peace.”…
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Come into my home with me today, join me in my prayer life, and my daily reading. Welcome! A Jewel: “An Unintended Quandary” That is a subtitle in the book, “Experience Jesus. Really” by John Eldredge. The paragraph begins: The Christian community in the developed world – particularly in the West — has accidentally fallen…
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Recovery from childhood abuse is a long, winding, badly paved road. There are stretches where you think, I’m finally getting somewhere. Then suddenly you hit a pothole you didn’t know existed. A memory surfaces. A feeling you buried twenty years ago walks into the room without knocking. And then comes the part nobody talks about…
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Come into my home with me today, join me in my prayer life, and my daily reading. Welcome! A Jewel: Unfettered consistency. I heard the Lord quietly whisper unfettered consistency to me this morning. “What does unfettered mean,” I thought to myself. Unfettered means unrestrained or uninhibited. God himself was telling me that nothing would…
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‘You weren’t born to be anything you want; you were born to be something quite specific.’ —Martin Shaw, Smokehole Somewhere along the way I was taught that freedom meant becoming anything I wanted. Build yourself. Reinvent yourself. Curate yourself. Keep every door open until life itself becomes one long hallway of mirrors. But God has…
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The Small Permissions Most life-shattering failures do not arrive like lightning. They seep in like water through the foundation. They begin with tiny permissions no one else can see. Just this once. I deserve this. It helps me cope. For the child who grew up in safety, these permissions may remain small. But for the…