Emerge: move out of or away from something, and come into view. It was a day in May in Oklahoma, and 30 years had passed since shame had silenced her tongue. A mama now, that girl from long ago was lifting the window to listen to her children play in the spring-green field behind her […]
The Writer Coming Forth
“Lazarus, come forth!” –Book of John, Chapter 11 Where Adam had hidden, swathed by death’s foreshadowing, Lazarus laid literal, enshrouded within a tomb. Death had conquered completely, but when Jesus spoke, deep called unto deep at the sound of his voice, and Lazarus awakened. The magic is that when Jesus said come, he came. That’s where the magic happens for […]
The Writer Hiding
For it will be like a man going on a journey, who called his servants and entrusted to them his property, giving to one five talents, giving to another two, and to another, one. The servant who had received the five talents went at once and traded, making five talents more. The servant who had […]
The Writer Fearing
I’m not sure what fears snag me when I sit down to put pen to paper, or fingers to keys. Probably there is the pressure to hold up an image and then the terror of feeling that the words, once sensing freedom, may charge down paths ungoverned. The art, it has something to say. But I am not so […]
The Writer Cowering
One of the things that makes it so hard for me to write–even though in writing I find an avenue of peace, of life — is that I am totally bound up in a consciousness of other people. Other people think things, after all, and what if they think of me? As far back into […]
Sexual Abuse: Sex Crimes, Criminals, Questions
One of the questions I have simmering in my brain much of the time is the question of what to do with “The Person” who committed sexual crimes against me when I was a child. I’ve forgiven–I’m sure I have–but he’s still out there, living life with a wife and children, working at a well […]
She Tries Counseling (Almost)
So there it was, my birthday, and I’d just endured an hour and a half of traumatizing dental instruments poking mercilessly into my gums, when I decided to drive two blocks over to the Christian Counseling Center. My heart was already as traumatized as my mouth, and in preparation for an appointment with a therapist I […]
Why I’m Writing About Sexual Abuse
As I work on making pages for the menu bar up there, I will periodically post the text of the pages in my regular posts. The following is the text for the Menu Page titled “Sexual Abuse.” To the following I will add this: It has taken me many years to come to the […]
Talking Some More About Childhood Sexual Abuse, Part 2
Brave -Part one here- I have a gone a long time in my life without careening into my old nemesis, sexual abuse. But perhaps in part because my own daughters have reached an age where their experience splits drastically from my own, and in part because I am deliberately writing about the subject, I am again confronted […]
Letter To My Teenage Self
I simply love Emily Freeman’s blog Chatting At The Sky, and I have been deeply moved by the letters I’ve read at her current link up. Here is my own letter to the teenage me: Ah Harmony, I look back at you and I love. It was such fun to be you. You of the imagination, […]
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