Guys, I'm messed up and I think Girl Scouts played a decent role in the messing. I don't know what it's like today, but we had this motto or way of doing things when I was a scout as a kid. We never left a place the way we found it; it was always better… Continue reading Girl Scouts messed me up.
Sweet and scared, You see me. You recognize me. I don't intimidate you with my needs. You don't turn away from my pain. You embrace me. You look at me and you see me. You see all of me. And because you do, it's not just imperfections you see. You bring out my beauty. Your… Continue reading you see me. | a poem.
I was talking with someone lately about Christian things, and nothing makes me feel more like a freaking hypocrite than giving godly advice, even if it's good advice. This sucks because a lot of the problems I've had in my recent Christian history is with hypocrites. I've let so many people come into my life… Continue reading on hypocrites and Jesus.
It’s not often that I like to talk about this time in my past, and not because I’m ashamed anymore, but because it hurts. Remembering the pain that I felt back then and the damage that it did to me is almost unbearable, and without my Savior’s love and comfort, I don’t know that I… Continue reading it’s too much pain to have to bear to love a man you have to share | an open letter to the other woman
In the musical, Children of Eden (while not completely Biblically accurate, still a beautiful show), the story of Creation and the Fall are depicted in Act 1. Eve was deceived and eats the fruit. She tricks Adam by making it into a juice and lying to him about what’s in it. God confronts them, but,… Continue reading we don’t want God, we want blessings.
Have you ever found something from your past and because of it, learned something about yourself you'd forgotten? Friends, I made such an interesting find tonight and I'm a little shocked by it. Tonight as I rummaged through old stuff to sell in a yard sale, I found a letter I had written about 7… Continue reading blast from the past.
Sometimes I close my eyes and pray, "God, I'm just sorry. I don't know what else to say. I don't know why I fail You the way that I do. And Jesus - the perfect spotless and blameless one - what do I say to you? The one who overcame all temptation to sin in… Continue reading You love me anyway.