Jesus wasn’t outside picketing…
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Alternate Title: Merry Waiting and A Happy Not-So-New-Year
*Disclaimer: This post doesn’t end with me saying God will show up.
It’s not fair to have an abuse anniversary…
Read MoreI don't write this with a large gift in my hands nicely wrapped in platitudes & words meant to soothe. Things about doors closing & windows opening or never receiving more than we can handle. Because sometimes windows shatter. And it's impossible to open a bow-topped package while you're picking shards of glass out of your hands.
Read MoreCold, rainy days are a trigger for me. Not in the traditional sense, but in that they remind me of how I felt that winter. Numb. Confused. Lost. Alone. For years I have less than fondly referred to that season as "My Shitty Winter" among close friends. Not to evoke reaction, but because well, it's the truth.
Read MoreI'm baking tonight because I hate addiction. Drugs, alcohol, sex, food, technology, it doesn't matter, my hate doesn't discriminate. I'm baking tonight because of the Great Lie we all believe or are crawling away from- You are alone. God doesn't love you. He doesn't care. I'm baking tonight because my frustration needs an outlet. Maybe somewhere between cold cubes of butter, sugar sticking to my measuring cups, & flour on my fingertips I'll transition from questioning His goodness to stretching my flour-dusted arms out before Him.
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