There was a time in my life when I was a prolific writer. I was in the process of deep healing and felt the need to share my story. As I've healed more, the less I've shared my story. The less my life has been marked by the abuse I went through and the more … Continue reading To Share Your Story
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Love in a Desert Wasteland
I still remember the first time I saw him. I was 18, a senior in high school, at church one Sunday when he came to visit our congregation to lead worship. I remember what his voice made me feel like, like I wanted to write poems on poems on poems. He mesmerized me. When I … Continue reading Love in a Desert Wasteland
Younger
I had high expectations for my 13th birthday. Friends, cake, I wanted a cat. I had high hopes for boobs to come in and some studly boyfriend to appear. Well, there were no friends that crowded my party pad. The cake was lackluster. I was flat-chested and crushing hard on a boy named Ricardo who … Continue reading Younger
Being Single
Recently, I've been thinking about what it means to be single and almost 30. What does it look like to live in the tension between desiring marriage and living out the calling of being single for as long as God has me here. It's been a weird season, these last few months. I dated a … Continue reading Being Single
Sovereignty
Truth be told, I haven't trusted much in God's sovereignty. Not the way I should have been doing. For most of my life, I was told I was not worthy of the love I craved. I was told that if anyone really knew me, they wouldn't want me. And so I kept everyone at arm's … Continue reading Sovereignty
An Uncomfortable Conversation
Friends, this is awkward but it needs to said: Minorities are not tokens for you to look cool. And I'm not just talking racial minorities. LGBTQA, refugees, people with disabilities. We need your friendship and your alliance but I personally could do without the "token friend" status. I'll come at it from my perspective. I'm … Continue reading An Uncomfortable Conversation
Bowling with my dad
My last memory of my father before he passed is of us bowling together. I remember the rundown bowling alley, greasy food, the way he smiled and laughed. But what I remember the most is the dull ache in my heart. I had confronted him about the one thing no one but he and I … Continue reading Bowling with my dad
For the sake of eternal life
I'm in a pretty heavy season in my life right now. A few weeks ago, I made the decision to attend an intensive healing class for women who have been sexually abused. (And yes, there is a similar class offered for men.) I don't talk much about the abuse I've been through and I definitely … Continue reading For the sake of eternal life
Good Old Days
The older I get, the more time flies by. I get flashes of the past. I see Clay drumming on his car dashboard late nights after I should have gone in my house. I see arms surrounding me when I disclosed my habits with self harm. Alex driving his car down the wrong road, belly … Continue reading Good Old Days
The Incredible Lightness of Change
I was a disability advocate for six years, operating under the Independent Living Philosophy. The Independent Living Philosophy is the belief that people with disabilities are the experts in their own lives and learn best through the peer model. Nonprofits that operate exclusively under this philosophy must have at least 51% of their staff identifying … Continue reading The Incredible Lightness of Change
A Wedding
It was the day of my wedding. Myself and the other bridesmaids chatted like it was a lazy Sunday afternoon. I was taking in the day. I walked out to the courtyard where the staff were setting up rows of chairs. People were starting to fill the seats. My heart leap and tears welled in … Continue reading A Wedding
A new beginning
At the beginning of each year, I create a vision board of where I think the Lord will take me. This may sound weird but I really try to follow the prompting of the Holy Spirit. Each year, I have mapped out the year and each year, the vision board has proven to be truth-telling … Continue reading A new beginning
