Another Samaritan Woman, Childhood Sexual Abuse, Front Lines of the Mind, My Mess is a Message

Childhood Sexual Abuse and We Too

I was sexually abused by my father for 14 years. Then sexually abused in my first marriage among emotional, and physical abuse. It has been a long road to recovery that I am still on to renew my mind with the word of God and the help of my therapist and EMDR therapy. I wrote… Continue reading Childhood Sexual Abuse and We Too

Childhood Sexual Abuse, Facing Fear, Faith, Love of God

When the Walls Come Tumbling Down

Run Interference It was a full day last Monday. Inside and outside cloudy and grey.  I remember I had an appointment later in the day than usual with my therapist and I had to call my husband on the way home.  I would need him to take care of the kids and run interference for… Continue reading When the Walls Come Tumbling Down

Childhood Sexual Abuse, Doubt, Facing Fear, Faith, Renewing the Mind, Scripture, Word of God

Fear, Guts, Glory, and Grace

It Came In Early Fear came in and sat down to have a party in my mind from the time I was a wee little girl. It all has to do with my past of childhood sexual abuse. That will mess up your mind for real. However, as an adult as you seek healing you have… Continue reading Fear, Guts, Glory, and Grace

Book Review, Childhood Sexual Abuse, Healing, Hope, Identity, Masks, Memories, My Mess is a Message, Not Marked, Resources, Treasures of Darkness, Uncategorized, Using Your Voice

Identity: Not Marked Blog Tour and Book Review

Emotional Health and Spiritual Maturity Emotional health in the church is linked to spiritual maturity.  But, so many don't know that. God says in His word that we should let go of what lies behind and press on to what lies ahead.   This is so true, but it is often taken out of context.… Continue reading Identity: Not Marked Blog Tour and Book Review

Childhood Sexual Abuse, Courage, Facing Fear, Free Indeed, Healing, Let's Be Real, Masks, Memories, Using Your Voice, When A Woman Finds Her Voice

The Voice That Whispers Be Free

Once I gave my Dad a birthday card.  On the front of the card was a group of prisoners surrounded by a fence low to the ankles.  Behind them was a guard.  A cardboard prop.  The words on the sign said, "Moron Maximum Security Penitentiary."   When you opened it read.  "It's your birthday.  Be Free!"… Continue reading The Voice That Whispers Be Free