Psalm 139 Ministry
The journey of love for an addict is tumultuous and indescribable at times. Because the events are surreal even as you have personally experienced them. The elaborate conversations leave you to question your own perception of reality despite your very real presence in them. Life becomes an unintentional series of secrets. To utter the wordsVIEW POST
I remember the morning. The sudden awareness that life had dramatically changed around me. In a moment, the earth felt like a spiraling out of control spin at hyper speeds on its axis threw the world into a tailspin, likely to never come out. One small moment. A reality that would not be erased asVIEW POST
I remember the birth of each of my children down to the minute detail of each aspect. I can tell birthing stories with the best of them. The pain, contractions, intensity of emotions, anxious feelings, exhaustion, and hours of labor. The overwhelming excitement with the final push that took my breath away while erasing everyVIEW POST
I’m tattered and bruised. Limping as I walk from the injury to my right hip. Barely alive. Shallow breaths are almost too much effort. I hurt in places I did not know existed until the ache told me they did. This body is tired and worn. Again. I wonder. Does everyone know. As they watchVIEW POST
I read a media headline that broke my heart. Most media headlines break my heart these days. This one in particular caught my attention. A threat of violence, unrest, rioting, looting, burning; the shedding of innocent blood in the streets pending an undesired verdict of a highly controversial trial televised across the nation. Before youVIEW POST
During my early teenage years I just knew that 17 would be the perfect year of my life. It was more than a mere 16 where I am just driving but not quite 18 where I’ve entered “adulthood”. The seventeen magazine confirmed it for me. Why else would they name a magazine seventeen. I rememberVIEW POST
