The room. The room in my house. The room that held all that I cherished and loved. The room where I felt more myself than anywhere else. That room hidden so deep inside I forgot it was there. For many years, I worked hard to fill the rest of my house. I walked through life... Continue Reading →
Passionate. She took the word in and repeated it to herself, enjoying the way it rolled off her tongue. Passionate was not a word she used to describe herself. Yet, when she heard it, it seemed to fit like an old pair of jeans. Well, the pair of jeans that she’d thrown into a closet... Continue Reading →
No more hiding
We all hide ourselves. Like Adam and Eve, when we feel shame, we try to cover ourselves up. I wonder what those fig leaves looked like in the garden. Did they fit awkwardly like the labels and expectations we use to hide behind today? Sometimes our shame a result of things we ourselves have done.... Continue Reading →
Beauty in the Brokenness 