Today I saw a caterpillar smashed on the sidewalk. She met her demise before she met her destiny. Sometimes, I want to be that caterpillar. Pleading that my life might somehow end. This desire for eternal rest comes because emptiness has found her way back to me again. I try relentlessly to fill her but…
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Engaging the Hidden
She shows up without invitation. She sings riddles of other’s rejection. She wears a smile of rage. She reminds of past failures.
Read MoreHiding in Playtime
As a child, I loved being outside. It was a safe place to be; it was freedom. I could run and yell and get dirty. The smell of sweat and dirt, combined with the never healing skinned knees, was just the sign of a day well spent. I didn’t worry when I was free. Fear…
Read MoreDancing Again
My memory holds pockets of a vibrant, life-giving little girl who could make the world smile. If I could describe her in words, I would chose provocative sounding words like full of color, vibrancy, and ecstasy. A child fully in her body, aware of her power, and lost in her dreams. This little girl I…
Read MoreConfusion
A child’s mind is a mystery to me. It captures every experience and locks it in as the basis to build truth, to define normal, to create expectations. Is this still true when the normal is twisted with tainted experiences? This question spotlights my reality. I liken it to the time my husband went to…
Read MoreLife Lost, Love Gained
“You should never be a mom.” “You would be a horrible mother.” Not sure the number of times I heard these lines through my childhood, but it was often enough that these words took root in my life and grew deep.
Read MoreBuzz Off!!
Three weeks ago as I lingered between sleep and sub-consciousness, I felt an elephant sitting on my chest.
Read MoreRedeeming Woman
Nearly two years ago, I sat at Recovery Week Two listening to Dan Allender talk about breaking curses that had been spoken over our bodies, and I felt a stirring in my heart.
Read MoreBut, God.
It was summer and I was hoping. The night before I took a pregnancy test, I had a dream where I was standing in a bright nursery, sun streaming in, holding my swollen belly.
Read MoreCircles and Chosen
The morning began over toasted crusty artisan bread with homemade strawberry jam and French press coffee.
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