The Swamp 1

Of all I’ve been writing and sharing, by far the posts with the biggest impact are the ones I haven’t wanted to share.  The ones that reveal too much, parts of me that my ego would rather keep hidden.  My need to hide the ugly and reveal the pretty is in direct conflict with the desire to be a witness to Christ’s love and grace; because He came for a reason, and it isn’t because […]


Loved.

So I’m sitting to write a story I don’t want to write. It wasn’t my intention when I picked up my pen to put down in ink what I now feel I must.  I was going to write happy thoughts about what I’m learning now, at 34, not what was going on then, at around 13.  But that story, which until recently, I hadn’t even thought of in years, keeps lurking in the back of […]


Dying To Be Free 6

  I had a dream that I was dying and it was the most alive I’ve ever felt.  The basic premise was that I’d been kidnapped and had no conceivable way to get back home or even live through the next minute. I was being threatened by the attackers to follow their orders when I realized, “I’m the daughter of the King Most High, what can they do to me?” I fought the enemy with […]


Hiding

  I’ve been empty of words to share. I suppose I’m still in shock over the tragedy at UCC. I’ve been wanting to write something healing, but at the same time, I want to hide from the outside world.  You can’t heal and hide at the same time.  Hiding is stagnant.  Healing requires action.  When your body is broken, you go through painful physical therapy to get stronger.  When your heart and soul are crushed […]


Shadowed

In Junior High English class something started to click for me. It was the first time I was able to write about what I thought and felt. Whether it was the first time I was asked or just the first time I was able to process my inner being onto paper I’m not sure, but it grabbed me and never let go. Since then, praying and writing nearly always coincide, when I am praying my fingers […]


So Then, God. 9

I’ve been Christian for as long as I can remember.  It wasn’t pushed on me, it was just part of my DNA like blondish hair, big feet….heart tuned to God.  So my testimony isn’t a dramatic one.  It’s more constant, like the ocean – tide in, tide out, things changing but slowly under the surface, over time. God has reintroduced Himself to me many times over my life, like the night becoming dawn, I’m seeing […]