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 →
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 →
Reblog: 7 Things NOT to Say to a Depressed Christian
Dear Lovelies, I recently read a blog by Michael Patton over at Parchment and Pen (part of CredoHouse Ministries) and, with his permission, I'm reblogging because his words ring true and need to be heard not just by me but others as well. Handling a Depressed Christian As many of you know, I’ve been through... Continue Reading →
If You Were a REAL Christian, You Wouldn’t Doubt (Part 2): Is There a Reason to Doubt God, Ever?
On a Facebook thread I'm currently following concerning the need for good apologetics, as nonexistent apologetics and intellectual doubts are contributing to many leaving the Christian faith, someone made this comment: No one leaves the faith for intellectual reasons. Those who left were never of us 1 John 2:19. I am upset, but more so... Continue Reading →
The Hope of the Messiah in the Midst of Pharisees
When I was washing my cup out late last week, I washed the outside first and then the inside. I usually don't do that. I usually wash it the other way around. I didn't think anything of it until Holy Spirit reminded me of this verse: "Woe to you, scribes and Pharisees, hypocrites! For you... Continue Reading →
Musings of a Wanderer 