Twenty-five years ago, I had no idea the intricate fear structure in my soul that influenced my parenting.
We strive for perfection. To be unanchored. Free to do, think, say, and become whatever we desire. Where are the boundaries?
The kids were naive. They didn’t understand how their joking could hurt my son.
Beauty in the midst of pain. Hardship in the midst of hope. Newness in familiarity. Rest in God as you regain your footing.
It’s controversial you know. When you criticize or denounce acceptable behaviors or common mindsets. Whether your circle is your race, your family, or your denomination, calling people out is an understood no-no. And this is why abuse continues. I’m specifically focusing on the theme of a FB post that I liked so much that I …
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