faith
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Livin’ On A Prayer – Only Halfway There
My mom had an old friend who struggled with depression. As a very young girl, I didn’t understand what that was – all I knew was that this sad lady would call every few years and my mom would talk to her for at least an hour. I never even heard my mom’s end of Continue reading
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My Suicide Story
Suicide. We often stiffen uncomfortably at the sight of the word. We’re afraid to speak it aloud, much less discuss with honesty, how frequently fleeting thoughts of self destruction have touched our minds. It is indeed a dark, lonesome path from that first whisper of an idea, to the conscious creation of a plan to Continue reading
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We Cannot Bury the Guilt
How can one specific body movement or sensation bring with it an instant torrent of guilt? The freedom fight from former abuse is not done once we run. It’s not finished when the physical access to our bodies stops. For those of us who were taught day in and day out that we were responsible Continue reading
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Control
My story does have a happy ending, but my journey here was a turbulent one. Occasionally, a random thought will blow my memory calendar open to a date long past. I reflect upon those moments, reaching for understanding. Here and there, I am able to grasp hold of a little clarity into why my younger Continue reading
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And the Greatest of These is Love
My memories are so fragmented, but as I continue to write, maybe I can make sense of… something.We were considered to be a fairly large family. Most folks seemed to think seven kids made for a massive family, anyway. I never thought we were of any extra volume, people-wise. Our church was filled with so Continue reading
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Domestic David & Goliath
I was their protector. Their warrior. Others speak of me as being a warrior against my illness, and not to belittle those battles because they are beautiful in their own way, but those will never compare to the war I fought as a child. I felt like David in stories of old – just a Continue reading
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I Prayed for Patience
I grew up in a fairly large family – the little mama sibling who cared for the emotions of a quiver full of younger babies. Someone had to, while our mother was occupied with shooting out the next of us, like a clown car under pressure. Spurred by a love of being surrounded by chaotic Continue reading
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Autoimmune Battle
His Mercies Are New Every Morning The most trying days are those that come after I’ve battled one symptom, and then another, until I’m treading treatments in order to continue the simplist of duties. When I’ve been tired too long. When I recall my lost beautiful talents and abilities, and can see so clearly and Continue reading
Creating Peace From the Pieces 