My interview about childhood sexual abuse with Crystal Sutherland on the Journey to Heal Podcast felt vulnerable… but, in a good way. We talked about the upcoming #hoperun2021 and the amazing and overwhelming support it provides for survivors. When I attended the first run two years ago, I was amazed! After the race, I said, […]Read More
My eyes stay open through the watches of the night, that I may meditate on your promises. Psalm 119:148 For many years, I have heard those awful mean voices in my head that tell me I am not enough. Over and over, they declare that I am not good enough, I am not smart enough, […]Read More
That’s the thing about a traumatic memory. You don’t just retell it, you relive it.
Your mind struggles to process it, and your mouth hesitates to say it, but your body screams. Your body remembers every detail.
Others may doubt you, and they may even tell you, “There’s no way. I don’t believe it happened.”
You wish it didn’t happen.
You wish you could forget.
You wish you had it wrong.
But you know your truth.
You know your reality.
You know your struggle.
I believe you. Three simple words that change everything.Read More
My sheep listen to my voice; I know them and they follow me. John 10:27 NIV I told my counselor that I felt crazy telling her about the mean voices in my head. She didn’t flinch when she asked me, “What do they say to you?” I started to list them: Who do you think […]Read More
Flashback! The awful memory pops up and crashes over me like a wave. I kick. The smell knocks me under and water pours in. I can’t breathe. Evil wraps around my ankles like seaweed and pulls me to the bottom into the dark abyss. I sink. My arms are raised but I am lifeless. Still […]Read More
Today at church, on Mother’s Day, I shared how Jesus removed my “Grave Clothes.” The Pastor’s sermon was on the power of Jesus to raise Lazarus from the dead. At the end of the sermon, I shared my personal testimony of how Jesus removed my grave clothes. When he had said this, Jesus called in […]Read More
I took a break from reading and pressed my head against the glass taking in the views along the country roads. I longed to be at home taking a nice Sunday afternoon nap, but my ten-year old wanted to go back to the place where “you can eat a big banana split and jump the […]Read More
I remember bringing her home from the hospital and holding her in my arms crying. As I sat on my bed nursing her, the very real dangers she would face as a little girl hit me like a ton of bricks. I had to keep her safe. I had to do everything in my power […]Read More
I am all about traditions, routine, order, and knowing what to expect. When plans change, it can be very triggering for me. Even something as lovely as a vacation can set me on edge and make me feel vulnerable. As much as I smile and delight in the fun on the outside, on the inside […]Read More