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May 11, 2013
I promise you, of all the things God has informed me that are wrong with my life, the only thing He's ever said to me about what's wrong with your life is how wrong I am to judge you.
April 27, 2013
Like an airplane slamming into a building, the phone call altered the life I had known just a moment before.
April 20, 2013
The honeymoon began to simmer and she wanted me to have boundaries, unlike any I was accustomed to. She had expectations in her home that I did not like and did not want to adhere to. I did everything my rebellious teenage soul could, to make her look like the bad guy.
April 6, 2013
What I wasn’t prepared for was that while I was fighting for my life, there was a group of loved ones, under my roof, who were watching me suffer, up close and personal. I know they heard me groan when it felt as though burning, shattered glass was expanding within my rectum. I know they heard me cry and vomit. They saw staples hold my skin together and chemo drip into my hurting body.
March 28, 2013
No one knows, better than my precious boys, about my yearly crying spells, stemming from innocent spring walks, through the forbidden section of Nordstrom. It’s the pastel pink, linen and lace... panties, tights and ruffles. Dresses displayed on tiny hangers. Smocked, layered with tulle or imprinted with the year’s color scheme.
March 24, 2013
In the church where I grew up we didn’t talk a lot about sin. We talked about love and acceptance, but sin was the part of the gospel we sort of skipped. You can imagine what a surprise it was for me, at 27, to learn that I am a sinner. It turns out gossip, judging and other things I ranked as rather petty are actually what God calls sin. Pedophilia—white lies, we grade them according to what we think is better or worse; but God sees it on a level plain.
March 15, 2013
When they said, “You can’t have anymore babies,” I was ok. At 42, having birthed 4 sons (the youngest being 8) I was done anyway, right? I also knew if I didn’t go through with the cancer treatment I probably wouldn’t live. There wasn’t much to be said.
February 26, 2013
It’s been ten years since I lost her. I don’t remember feeling the sting of death quite so severely. We were intimate, yet I did not know her deepest secret. It was the mid 1980’s. Best friends at our New Jersey boarding school, Liz and I had the ability to ignite vitality into any situation. We were brazen and we were entrusted with entirely too much freedom.
February 17, 2013
Admittedly, I didn’t faithfully turn to God for comfort. I lost sight of His authority to handle all my trials. Rather, I looked inward and saw failure. I looked outward and found disappointment. It took some hard days before I looked upward and found peace.
February 8, 2013
I have also shifted my gaze to the world, especially in this season. It is not what I wanted, envisioned or worked hard to accomplish. With my eyes focused on my circumstances life got heavy and depressing. I got self-conscious, insecure and critical...Like a crocus through a winter storm, I’m poking through.
January 30, 2013
I know He wants me to spend time with Him but I don’t want to, I’m mad. I’m mad that my teenagers seemingly hate me, though I have devoted so much to them. I am exasperated, disillusioned and frankly feeling severe heartache. So I sit here across from my Bible study refusing to open it because I’m heartbroken. I have faced a lot of hardships in my years but feeling rejection from my children has to be the most painful.
January 6, 2013
What girl doesn’t desire to hear that she is pretty? That longing can lead the purest of hearts into precarious places. Misleading arms entice her insatiable yearn to be valued. Her craving serves as a perfect channel for another’s satisfaction. Society has cast the illusion that females get the same relief from sex that guys do and that a one-night stand is just as fulfilling for her as it is for him. Girls long for intimacy. While we may feel satisfied briefly ultimately we are left feeling used and ashamed. Our self-image tanks as a layer of filth drapes our identity.