- formerly Gabbing with Grace
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 […]
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 […]
I wish you could see yourself the way I see you! He was all flummoxed. All concerned. Reasonably so. I’d communicated something-or-other about how I’m-not-good-enough-for-this or don’t-deserve-this OR THAT. I’d weaseled my way out of kind words and decided instead to settle on why it’s okay for someone to treat me poorly because, really, it […]
When I read Hollywood Housewife’s recent post, I Don’t Believe in God I pridefully thought, “whew. I’m so glad that isn’t me.” (No hate, shame or judgement toward Laura. I own my judgy-pride issues). That post made me think for a good 3-4 days. I SO appreciated her honesty. I appreciated the idea that we can […]
I have nightmares. I can gauge the rawness of the dream by how long it takes to feel like my normal self again. A garish nightmare will take days, maybe even a week to work through. A bad nightmare may take half a day at least. A bad dream, maybe 2-4 hours. Something someone else […]
The hubz & I are going through a 12 week marriage seminar. I did not want to go. It was going to be hard work. It was going to require all the communications-of-horror. It was going to give me headaches. It was going to rip my hair out and hang me upside down by my […]
I swear now. I haven’t always swore. I started swearing more -in jest- when I started Seminary and met a more liberal Christian than I’d been used to. But it’s been the past two years that kicked it up a notch. It wasn’t a big deal until I started being more free with my choice […]
It took me almost a year to build up the courage to finally share my battle with depression. For many years I lived in POINTLESS shame about it. Eventually, it got worse. I started writing poems about it. I have been exhausted by it. I have wondered if it will ever go away. Last year, […]
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