Each time I prayed, I promised to forgive those who trespassed against me, But I stayed imprisoned by my anger, and I couldn't free him or myself. The things he did were meant to break me, and even as I tried to mend, I found that I couldn't forgive or forget, regardless of pastors who... Continue Reading →
Overcoming Our Fears Isn’t Easy: Wordle 167
Leaving her comfort zone, Julia swallowed the lump in her throat. She hoped that the struggle to defeat agoraphobia would be realized this night. Focusing her eyes on the luminescence from the seemingly thousands of stars above, she draped a coat around her shoulders and stepped out of her home for the first time in... Continue Reading →
The Excruciating Pain and Promise of History
Douglas and I are in Savannah celebrating our wedding anniversary. It is a beautiful city, one that reminds me so much of European cities in the styles of the houses, and in the layout of streets. People also walk a lot here, and there is a public transportation system geared toward making it where visitors... 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 →
Going Where No One Knows Your Name
In 1998, I was sitting alone at a table in a nice restaurant in Madrid, Spain, preparing to eat lunch, when a Spanish man invited me to join him and his wife for lunch. I was hesitant, because I was alone in Madrid, and I did not know how to relate to other people, always... Continue Reading →