parenting
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The modern parent is drowning in information. There’s a book for every stage of child development, an “expert” for every problem, and a dozen competing theories on how to raise a child who is happy, resilient, confident, or [insert buzzword here]. The underlying message is clear: You can’t possibly figure this out without them. I’ve…
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Incest left a scorched path of intolerable pain that I needed healing for. No amount of reparenting my soul was going to touch that pain. A yoga session was not going to be able to quench the sting of this long-laid plan to destroy parts of me and still the lost integrity to my soul.…
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Parenting after surviving childhood abuse feels like steering a ship through a storm without a compass. You become both the protector and the frightened child, caught in the echoes of your past while trying to build a future for someone else. There’s no map for this kind of journey, no help from extended family to…
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“Because a sad face is good for the heart.” Ecclesiastes 7:3. The generational sin of incest casts its net on many — until you stand against it and stop it! The countless stories I’ve heard in my family of childhood sexual crimes. The tears I have wept for these deep losses. I’ve learned that there…
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Incest left a scorched path of intolerable pain that I needed healing for. No amount of reparenting my soul was going to touch that pain. A yoga session was not going to be able to quench the sting of this long-laid plan to destroy parts of me and still the lost integrity to my soul.…
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Incest left a scorched path of intolerable pain that I needed healing for. No amount of reparenting my soul was going to touch that pain. A yoga session was not going to be able to quench the sting of this long-laid plan to destroy parts of me and still the lost integrity to my soul.…
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When insatiable pain enters my soul, I’m perplexed with indecision. I can run away from it or I can try to devour it and end it’s sting. If I don’t outrun it, then it finds me. If I try to look at it, it overtakes me. These feel like two really bad choices. I hate…
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because a sad face is good for the heart. Ecclesiastes 7:3. My youngest daughter told me last night her desire to reach her pain; the pain of yet another story of incest. I had to go to bed and cry. She is my baby girl. Could there not be one thing that was scarred from…