Mending the Torn Fabric of a Soul

No one on the bus wanted to sit next to me. I cannot say that I blamed them, for I was a mess of torn skin, a torn soul, and torn fabric. I was running from a bad situation, one in which I was promised that I would suffer the same assault to my body... Continue Reading →

March 4, 2018 3

Helpers, Not Footstools

Read Genesis 2:21-23, Ephesians 5:21-33, Zechariah 2:8 Never tell a little girl that she is ugly, or that she will never find a man who will want her. For me, hearing those words from a beloved aunt meant that, as a woman, I had no value or worth in my own being, but only became... Continue Reading →