It’s a bright, sunny day here in the Pacific Northwest, and I have an hour before I have to pick up my kids from school. I promised myself that I would clean my perpetually messy house during this hour of solitude. But God had other plans.Continue reading Borrowed Children
Like the saying goes- “you can’t choose what happens to you, but you can choose how you react.”
I wrote this after breaking up with a boyfriend after he backslid. I was heartbroken, but want him to be saved more than anything.
May 2, 2019
Listen, I’ve been there. Maybe not exactly where you are, but there. I’ve suffered with anorexia and told myself I was fat and worthless for eating fruit while wearing a size 3. I’ve been physically, mentally, and emotionally abused while being made to feel like I was the bad one.
Lost custody of my kids then told I was a horrible mother for it. Locked myself in the bathroom and cut my arms while my older kids screamed and cried, pounding on the door.continue reading