I've always been an angry person. As far back as I can remember, I have held fast to this idea that the world owes me an apology. My father has a lot to do with that. This time, I mean my birth father, not my stepdad. My birth father may have been in my life … Continue reading Dear Dad
I’ll be honest – I haven’t trusted much in God’s sovereignty. I have to explain: this has everything to do with my mother. When my mom was in her twenties, she was a full-time missionary. She spoke in churches all over the South. She wanted to be the next Elizabeth Eliot, sharing the gospel, writing … Continue reading My mother’s daughter
Over the next few days/weeks, I will be posting blog posts from my old blog. A part of me wants to remember the girl before the illness, before the diagnosis. This particular piece is from August 8, 2015. About this time a year ago, I was having quite the identity crisis. God had been … Continue reading Free to be me and you
Someone told me once when I first diagnosed to not always believe everything my brain is telling me. It was probably one of the wisest pieces of advice I had received, I got into a discussion earlier this week over the topic of signs from God. I'm not a fan of this concept. Truthfully, I … Continue reading Whisper.
I never talk about Wally. I think it’s because I really didn’t understand what had happened or why I was the way I was. Looking back, this was right around the time I started getting sick. My brain was making connections to things it shouldn’t. It started with a dating site a friend had encouraged … Continue reading Why I’m grateful for the zookeeper
You know what I rarely talk about? My sin. The things I've done in my past. I think it's because I'm scared of being judged. Here's go nothing. I'm a homewrecker. No, I've never tried to steal a woman's husband but I have absolutely tried to steal a girl's boyfriend. I've done this exactly twice … Continue reading I walk down a different street.
It's no secret I have schizophrenia. I'm not shy about talking about it. Somehow, I think the more I talk about it, the less stigma there is. What I don't talk about very often is getting kicked out of a church. You see, in my psychosis, I had this belief that I was going to … Continue reading Emily and the Gospel of Reconciliation
I don't know about you but from time to time, I get these moments where I captivated by the Holy Spirit over something that apparently needs to be addressed. It usually comes out of nowhere. I usually cry. I move on. I should backtrack. For eight years, I had massive feelings for a friend. About … Continue reading Dear John
So I've been working through some significant church wounds and last night, I was hit with an old memory. Most people know that I'm the type of girl that makes the first move. I've always tried to make it really easy for the guy. I can handle a gentle no. Rejection is a part of life. What … Continue reading That one time.
I knew a woman once who told me this amazing story upon our first meeting. She and her husband had two children and were living in California when they heard of a ministry opportunity to serve in a Muslim country. In order to pay for this opportunity, they would have to sell everything they owned … Continue reading Faith
I don't ever talk about it. I woke up this morning to a social meeting campaign, where people were sharing their sexual abuse/assault cases with the hashtag #metoo. And by people, I mean women, because the narrative has effectively excluded men. It's also portrayed men as the sole predators. If you knew my story, you'd … Continue reading Me Too
I should preface this post by saying that lately, I have gotten into the habit of bottling myself up. I'm one of those people who tends to put up a front. I put my best foot forward, rarely discussing what I'm really going through or how I'm feeling. But I got convicted by that … Continue reading A Week of Stretching