- formerly Gabbing with Grace
***I wrote this 3 months ago. But, it’s still relevant, every bit.*** It’s hard to write this, I’ll admit it. I wrote an article about, um, yeah, cheating that was recently published in the book, Talking Tab0o: American Christian Women Get Frank about Faith. We wanted to answer the question: what happens when young Christian […]
I’m reading a great book right now. Great writing, great story, great woman. (I’ll eventually review her book so I don’t want to mention who it is at this time. I’ve been a fangirl for 5+ years. Leaving her identity out because it’s not the point). She’s white. She’s a stay-at-home Mommy. She’s a writer. […]
There’s much to say…therefore I’ll keep this short. There’s much heavy. So heavy I don’t even if know if I can organize my thoughts properly under the weight of it. It’s still Winter. Always Winter. Meshell, who loves me deeply -whom I love and trust deeply- says that the Devil has been trying to take […]
I’ve been thinking about this idea of bravery for the past few days. It’s interesting isn’t it, that you can be very, very brave in one minute and in the next minute inhale the deepest breath of fear you’ve ever had. My emotions, regrets, longings for healing, epic battles they are all woven together like […]
I am super quick to dog myself out. It’s not brilliant humility -so I’ve learned- but actually an unhealthy form of narcissism in which one focuses intensely on their downfalls. Seriously? Yesssssss, Chile. You can’t win for losin’. Years ago, I remember the look on my mentor’s face when I told him I created lists […]
I’ve been praying for a couple of weeks for the Lord to give me a word to focus on for 2014. All right, womp womp womp I’ll admit it: I picked the word Establish for 2013 & tapered off about 1/2 way through the year. Would it make you feel any better if I told you […]
Today, I am 37. How woefully late thirties of me. Last year I wrote 36 Birthday Pearls. This year I decided to repost & add one new pearl of wisdom I’ve picked up along the way. 1. People are hurting, err on the side of kindness. If they aren’t now, they will be soon. So […]
Whose are you God? I am hers. She. The one who wants to be raped. Beaten. Pillaged. She does not want a man to make love to her. No. She wants to be screwed. It ain’t pretty. It ain’t romantic. It does not feel good. It does not need to. These are blurred lines. He […]
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