When grace appears
I had a strange experience recently. I was talking with an old friend and found myself struggling to explain my faith journey. To be honest, I looked at the situation and logically concluded that this person’s faith and I mine were polar opposites. Truthfully, the only thing we had in common was that I still…
When a prostitute is worse than a rapist….
I hate the language of my title. I have to correct it now. The actual title should be something more like, “When being an abuse victim is somehow worse than being someone who abuses” but that’s a long title for a blog post I think. Regardless, this title better reflects the deep-seated hatred for femininity…
Recovering from the dominance of sin …
“You’re a sinner” …. “You’re unworthy of god’s love” …. “You don’t deserve a single blessing you’ve been given” …. “drop to your knees, and be grateful for the pain Jesus took for you.” … These words placed together sound eerily similar to the words my abusive partners said to me. I shake when I…
Walking away from an abusive god….
When I was a little girl, I had a pink Holy Bible that my fraternal grandmother gifted me before she passed away. I don’t recall my parents ever reading me passages of this book. It seemed to just be on my shelves, mixed in with all the other books I collected. I was an early…
Here we go
More than a decade ago I walked straight into a mirage. A faith I found on my own suddenly became entangled in the faith of others and ever so slowly my own strands tying me to who I always knew, was so tethered that I found I had tied myself to man. I’ve been promised…
Follow My Blog
Get new content delivered directly to your inbox.
Losing God to Find my Faith 