And my heart whispers, “Bring me back to the One who loved me most." Tiny feet making giant steps forward, backwards dancing, straight toward her Hell. What happened to time? Gone. Whisked away, a gentle wind breeze. So my heart sobs quietly, “Bring me back to the One who never hurt me." Years passed, eons... Continue Reading →
Anticipating the Promise
Amidst the fear and pain that 2020 has brought about so far, let us continue to anticipate the promise of an ever-faithful God to bring hope through the fears and years to come.
Your Support System isn’t Your Therapist, Your Therapist isn’t Superman
Dear Lovelies, It's time for some tough love and hard truth pills. Here's the reality of the situation: Your support system isn't your therapist; your therapist isn't Superman. We all know recovery isn't linear and there are ups and downs, twists and turns, and even resting places on this journey. There will be days when... Continue Reading →
Panic Attacks and Sexuality in the Church
My pastor talked about sex last Tuesday night. I knew that before I got there, thanks to the Facebook post on our mid-week service page. In hindsight, I probably should not have gone, but I'm getting ahead of myself. For context, we're currently going through the book of Ephesians and Tuesday night's passage of Scripture... Continue Reading →
The Siren Song of Self-Harm
These past few weeks have been hard, especially Tuesday. Tuesday was a hellish day because it marked 4 years of dealing with the Beast that is Post-Traumatic Stress Disorder. You would think that after some time, especially with the introduction and implementation of coping mechanisms and breathing techniques, the Beast would get bored and go... Continue Reading →
Musings of a Wanderer 