This is my season of mourning. But there will be dancing.
"But I am a worm, and not human; scorned by others, and despised by the people. All who see me mock at me; they make mouths at me, they shake their heads; ‘Commit your cause to the Lord; let him deliver—let him rescue the one in whom he delights!’... ...I am poured out like water,... Continue Reading →
Let's talk about how often women who are experiencing abuse are held responsible - or even blamed - for the abuse. Church, I'm talking to you. Let's talk about how much culpability women are actually given. I've heard it too often, that a certain type of woman chooses abusive men, or she sets herself up... Continue Reading →
Much of my life has been lived in a state of grief. Some of it has simply happened, some of it I have caused or contributed to. Divorce. Stepmom-hood. Loss. Depression. Change. Grief is mostly un-fun and it's pain, and avoiding painful un-fun things is sometimes my favourite. So it built up. It's been a... Continue Reading →
I have heard that divorce is like a death, but without the final closure part. I have heard it being compared to an orange being ripped apart, with all of the juice and fleshy bits and pulp spilling out. It's a grotesque way to picture something as delightful as fruit. There's a super cheesy movie... Continue Reading →
Too often within Christianity, abuse is seen as a grey area. Should she just be more submissive? Is he feeling disrespected? What KIND of abuse are we talking about here? Is he really abusive, or is he just a jerk? These kinds of questions cast doubt on people who have already been conditioned to doubt... Continue Reading →
When I was young, people in the church made sure to end many of their conversations with my mom (who was unmarried) with the words "By the way: I don't approve of the situation you're in." (FYI, in case you didn't pick up on it, the "situation" was me) I learned that I was a... Continue Reading →
