Bridging the gap between Christianity, life, and mental health
If the trauma moments lasted days long, it would be different. That would be Hell. But they don’t. It’s not a constant carousel of corruption, not like the movies where the protagonist spends the whole of the 24-hour day span in her room, on her bed—or under it—trying to hide from the memories and triggers.... Continue Reading →
Dear Danny, Today is a mundane day. I spent the morning cleaning, after Holy Spirit woke me up before 7a.m. (I read Romans 5 and the crucifixion accounts in all the Gospels), and after I fell asleep again. I did, like, a deep, deep clean of my room, and guess what? I found hidden treasures!... Continue Reading →
Dear Danny, I had to work today. I dreaded it cuz it’s nearing Thanksgiving and you know how the store gets near the holidays. Everybody and they mama is in the store, buying up all the groceries, and just chaos everywhere. I’m dreading Wednesday. I have a 3-hour shift but I’m so dreading it… I... Continue Reading →
God is the one keeping me, holding all the cards in his hand. Knowing that, we who have put our faith in his name can breathe more easily, let ourselves relax in him, learn to enjoy him more.
Hallelujah, that my inheritance, my portion, is not dependent on me or anything that I’ve done but only—purely—what Christ has done. The grace is God to me, is astounding indeed!
Musings of a Wanderer 