Knowing that I was loved by a compassionate God made me feel like a caterpillar wrapped in a cocoon of love as I developed into the woman of God that I was born to become. Like a caterpillar in an inhospitable environment, sometimes, I, too, have had to wrap myself in an orb to protect... Continue Reading →
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 →
