It’s been a while.A long while, actually. But I never forgot this space — the quiet place where I used to process the hard things, celebrate the small things, and share pieces of my heart with whoever happened to read them. This blog was where I learned to tell the truth out loud.Where healing started
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“Girl, I am so out of shape. I have never been this heavy since I was pregnant with Jake. I feel so fat.” “Oh my goodness. You are not fat. You have never been fat. You don’t even know what fat feels like.” “Just because you don’t think I’m fat, doesn’t mean I’m not.” Sigh
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When you grow up thinking a certain way how do you unlearn that? I am now discovering several things my mother taught me at a young age are not right. And when there are layers and layers of childhood trauma, you can only deal with them one trauma at a time, unless, that is, something
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Sometime late last year, Jenny, a dear friend of mine prayed abundance over my life. The word stirred something in me. I felt honored, but also undeserving. As someone who has suffered from complex trauma, I have a hard time receiving compliments or any accolades for that matter. But for some reason, this word has
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For weeks, I have been avoiding depression. My therapist says it’s more fear than it is avoidance, but for years fear has kept me on the road paved with joy. It may sound strange but go with me here. No one likes a “Debbie Downer”; that person that is ho-humming through life. I don’t think
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I requested my friends to give me a verse and I would assign them a week for me to study the verse and pray it over their life. This week the verse is Isaiah 6:1: In the year that King Uzziah died, I saw the Lord, high and exalted, seated on a throne; and the
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Do you know that friend that always has a major crisis going on in his or her life? Every time you talk, their ongoing struggles consume the conversation? And all you want to say is “Get over yourself. You have made it through worse situations and frankly, there are people with even more difficult struggles”.
This week I am reading Psalm 73. Every morning this week, I intend to read the entire chapter and study one verse in the context of the entire chapter. Today it was 2 verses; 16 and 17. “When I tried to understand all this, it was oppressive to me till I entered the sanctuary of
Sometime late last year, Jenny, a dear friend of mine prayed abundance over my life. The word stirred something in me. I felt honored, but also undeserving. As a someone who has suffered from complex trauma, I have a hard time receiving compliments or any accolades for that matter. But for some reason, this word
Vizzini: “INCONCEIVABLE!”Inigo Montoya: “You keep using that word. I do not think it means what you think it means.”– Princess Bride, 1987 I love definitions! Looking up the meaning of words has become a regular habit of mine as I become more intentional in writing my book. Intrigued? Good, but this post isn’t about what
