inspiration
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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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There was a time when I confused trembling with devotion. I was a shattered, self-destructive girl, forever sweeping up the glass of my own life, believing God was standing over me with a ledger instead of open hands. I knew how to run from Him. Then I learned how to perform for Him. I traded…
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We have a strange habit of explaining away the things that should stop us in our tracks. I have carried a needle full of Hepatitis C into my body. I’ve looked down the barrel of a gun. My heart quit beating at twenty-seven. We speak about miracles as though they belong to another century. As…
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Jesus keeps setting tables in the strangest places. I know because I’ve stumbled into a few of them. A child’s bedroom where something sacred was being violated. A house full of secrets. A girl learning too early that the world could be beautiful and monstrous at the same time. I thought I was abandoned there.…
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Introspection — what better way to start a week. Question: Do you easily call out the deception in your abuser(s) or do you deny what you see? One of the easiest ways to stay outside of healing and freedom is to deny what you see. As children, if you came through childhood sexual crimes, you…
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Oh, my love, I know. The world is a dark theater, and the players lie so beautifully, so effortlessly, that you begin to wonder if truth is just a ghost story we tell to comfort ourselves. The cynics whisper in your ear like tired prophets, saying: Nothing changes. The liars win. The strong devour the…
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Pregnancy has stripped away my illusions of control. My body is loud right now. It reacts quickly, holds onto stress, demands rest whether I agree with it or not. Fatigue is no longer subtle. It is decisive. There is no negotiating with a nervous system that is already carrying more than its share. My mind,…
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I’ve learned the hard way that a person is shaped by what they aim at…not by what they survive. Not by what they intend. By what they move toward, day after day, quietly, stubbornly. When I was young, survival was my goal. Not consciously. Instinctively. I aimed at soothing my wounds, protecting myself, dodging pain,…
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The pull toward “living authentically” is strong. People chase self discovery like it’s a sacrament. We’ve built a culture that runs from authority and breaks out in hives at the idea of submission, so authenticity stepped in as the last moral compass. It isn’t enough to tell the truth anymore. You’re expected to honor your…
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On the discussion of fear, do you fear love? “To love at all is to be vulberable.” C.S. Lewis Do you allow a love that is vulnerable? Do you allow yourself to feel a love that exposes you — soft, unguarded, and without control? So, I ask you again, do you live in a world…