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Tick, Tock
Trauma is a tricky thing. PTSD is a tricky thing. Our traumas are like shrill echoes down a long hallway. PTSD makes you believe they are not echoes, but that the eerie, disturbing things that happened are happening again. We can get caught up in waiting for the...
Shame, Shame, Shame
The last few years have been a tumultuous on and off again battle with shame. I know the signs, phrases, and beliefs in and out. But, somehow, this most recent attack was way off my radar. As per usual, it began with a conflict. During which, my husband and I were...
“He’s Funny Like That” Repost: December 3rd 2009
Thanks to Facebook now putting a widget (is that right?) for your old forgotten Facebook notes, I found this and I thought it was worth a share. So, thanks, me-from-four-years-ago:Coldplay may have written this song, but it is the message coming from God's mouth that...
Sorry Not Sorry
My husband likes to refer to me as his, "Personal Google". I wrote a paper in eleventh grade that my English teacher said she would have published if she was still editing for journals. I am very, very, rational. I sometimes laugh hysterically at...
Waiting Sucks, You’re Not Doing It Wrong
The Church is good. GOD knows they try. But some things that echo from well-intentioned pulpits and mouths fluent in "Christian-ese" can warp some pretty heavy things into some nasty half-truths. Let me just tell you now: WAITING SUCKS. Anticipation of good things can...
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Cripple Without Crutches
Often, there are days that I make it not only out of bed, but out of the house. Today is one. My husband and I are opening a bookstore and today I did a lot of things to make that goal a continued reality. This is exciting. I opened a door for a lady at Hobby Lobby...
Get a Grip
"Much-Afraid told herself that never before had she realized what the awakening from the death of winter was like." -Hannah Hurnard, Hind's Feet On High Places (pg. 112) It is particularly heart-wrenching for me to read those lines. Maybe because the dawn of spring...
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