Waist Deep

It's that moment. I'm standing waist high in the ocean..mere feet from shore, with my feet planted. For the longest moment I stand, face lifted upwards, the glow of the sun feeding my weary soul. I could stay here forever, basking in the peace of its rays, but just as I get comfortable, inhaling the…

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The Siren’s Song

There's a pain, a numbness, a vacancy left inside one who is molested. It doesn't matter so much the degree to misuse or abuse... The hole presses in with the smallest infraction. There's a shame that comes with the wounds made then that make the scar now that much more noticeable - a guilt that…

Removing Splinters

“I’m not one to judge… but…” I knew what was coming, the same thing that comes anytime anyone starts any conversation with those words – judgment. I struggle with that. I think Jesus struggled with that, too. The same Lord that warned us, “In the same way you judge others, you will be judged” (Matt.…

Forgive me, God, I’m depressed.

I hate it. I really do. I am a positive and hopeful person most of the time, but then like a thief in the night it sneaks up on me, stealing whatever positive thoughts and hopeful expectations my heart had settled on but not fully embraced. I feel guilty. How could one so loved and so…

School Daze

Like most parents in The South, last week my kids went back to school. My youngest began her last year of elementary school (I cannot truly be this old!) and my oldest began her seventh grade year. It seems like yesterday I held her in my arms for the first time in relief that the…

I wear a Scarlet letter “A”

It was affixed to me a few years ago. I didn't willfully walk into the title, it had searched for me for a long time. Exposing itself to me in childhood, beckoning to me in adolescence, and dangling just above my heart in my young adult years before solidly sewing its flimsy fabric over my…

I am scared

I am scared. That’s not an admission of guilt; it’s a transparent expression of fear. I am scared of what I don’t know, what I can’t see, what I can’t quite put my fingers on, and what puts its hands around me. I can utter a million reasons why I shouldn’t be. I can recite…

Benchwarmers

I was a bench warmer. I got a front row seat to every game. I had the vantage point of seeing the plays before they were called. I got to crowd-watch and get to know other players on other teams, mostly because I wasn’t a threat. I got to enjoy those moments with the coach…

The day He swallowed my death

*WARNING THIS IS ABOUT SUICIDE AND MIGHT BE CONSIDERED GRAPHIC “Then the saying will come true: Death swallowed by triumphant Life! Who got the last word, oh, Death?” 1 Corinthians 15:51 In our community we have suffered the loss of 5 teens through suicide in the last 6 months. That’s been almost one a month. So,…