From splashes to rip tides, PTSD can affect lives in many different ways.
Dear Christians friends... You're not doing it wrong.
Thank God for His grace. When my mind tires from trying to find the hidden picture in the cacophony of my intricately complicated and beautiful life, I just fall into the arms of my Abba - Creator of the Universe and Lover of my soul - and listen for his still and calming voice lighting the path directly in front of me.
"I feel like He is telling me that my identity isn't in my healing, just like my identity wasn't in my being sick..."
So a horse walks into a bar, and the bartender looks up and says, "Hey! Why the long face?" Badump. Chhhhhhiiiiiing. Sorry. I legitimately could not think of any other way to start this post. Ha! It's mid-August! Back to school time, back to routine, back to school pick-up lanes, back to multiple colors of… Continue reading Horse Faces and Updates
In the meantime... Here's my journal entry for today:
I'm writing! It feels so good. Believe it or not, I'm over a quarter of the way finished with the first draft of The Called Life! It may not sound very impressive, but for me, it's further than I've ever gotten with any other project! (Except a book called "Unpublished" which will forever remain unpublished. haha) I've… Continue reading Why I’m Still Looking Back
I've written about it before... how Satan's strategy is to separate the wounded from the herd. It's a classic predatory move. And super effective, if we let him get away with it.
Some mornings, I wake up, and it feels like my mind has already guzzled half a gallon of coffee, been to the gym, stamped out a full day's work, and is tapping its foot impatiently waiting for my lazy body to come around. Consciousness, for me, can feel like turning the TV on in the… Continue reading Side Effects of Living