sorrow
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The closer I draw near to Jesus, the more embarrassed I am by the things I once called freedom. I spent years mistaking chaos for creativity. I thought intensity meant depth. I thought wreckage was proof I was alive. That’s what childhood teaches you when love is unstable and safety is conditional. You learn to…
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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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“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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As a noun worth means the value equivalent to that of someone or something under consideration. Oh, that’s interesting. Under whose consideration might be the right question we should be asking ourselves. If under my own consideration, I consider myself quite worthy. Under another’s consideration, if I give them that right, they may consider me…
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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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Be patient toward all that is unsolved in your heart and try to love the questions themselves . . . Live the questions now. Perhaps you will gradually, without noticing it, live along some distant day into the answer. Rainer Maria Rilke, Letters to a young poet As a very small child, my body and…
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As I move through the lessons of healing, what consistently moves me on is the melody of God’s love for me. His songs rest in the deepest parts of me. I’ve struggled through some memories that very well could have debilitated my physical being. These are the ways we could remain prisoners to our past.…
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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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Be patient toward all that is unsolved in your heart and try to love the questions themselves . . . Live the questions now. Perhaps you will gradually, without noticing it, live along some distant day into the answer. Rainer Maria Rilke, Letters to a young poet As a very small child, my body and…
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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…