Category: Confessions

Grace Reins Down

How soon I forget, when shame overtakes and the spiraling begins. Searching for Your guidance and feeling unsafe, exposed to the critical scrutiny of Your other children. Setting my own bar too high because of my pride. Panic.  Self-loathing.   Crying out.  Remorse. Getting still. …

2, Fix You

Anyone who stops learning is old, whether at twenty or eighty. Anyone who keeps learning stays young.
– Henry Ford

Pray

Sometimes I turn the simplest, most needed act of love and relationship into a demanding drudgery. Other times, I listen.

#TimesUp #MeToo

I feel like we’re living in history making days.  Things are shifting.  Big things.  Terribly uncomfortable, but incredibly necessary things. The #MeToo and #TimesUp movements have brought much to light for many in our country.  There’s a feeling of our entire country being overwhelmed by…

Their Discomfort is Not Your Shame

  I have spent a decade recovering from my husband’s betrayal.  I often refer to that event as the beginning of great change in my entire family’s lives.  Betrayals in marriage make others uncomfortable.  Some of our closest family members have created distance between…

Buyer’s Remorse

That post yesterday?  Violated? Yeah.  I’m having some buyer’s remorse.  I think this might be similar to what one feels the morning after a one-night-stand or a drunken escapade… “What did I do?!” I considered deleting it because I keep thinking it makes people…

It’s All Relative…

  I’ve struggled for years with feeling shame for feeling pain at the lack of everything I received when I needed everything the most.  Compared to so many others my neglect was minimal.  The emotional abuse was a blip compared to the sexual and…

Family Secrets

Every family has them, right?  It’s just how things happen in this American culture, especially in the generation before mine, which I often call the “sweep it all under the rug” generation.

Oh, that I could (a mama’s lament)

If I could go back  and do it all again -or maybe just parts of it… I would honor who He made you to be more than forcibly attempting to mold you into who I thought you should become. I would listen more with…

The Evolution of My Sin

Growing up in my family of origin, it was normal to discuss how absurd other people’s choices were.  I heard (and eventually said) things such as, “Who does that?!” and “Iwould NEVER act like that!”  We pretty much had the corner on the market when…

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