Grow :: #Write31Days #5mfw (Day 17)

Grow :: #Write31Days #5mfw (Day 17)

“Look at the birds. They don’t plant or harvest or store food in barns, for your heavenly Father feeds them. And aren’t you far more valuable to him than they are? Can all your worries add a single moment to your life? “And why worry about your clothing? Look at the lilies of the field and how they grow. They don’t work or make their…

Taming Trauma :: a guest post at Cisneros Cafe {}

Taming Trauma :: A Guest Post @ Cisneros Cafe

Trauma is a tricky beast, always festering and feeding, hoping to eat you alive from the inside out. You survive it, accept it, and hopefully thrive in spite of it. But you are never rid of it. It lingers like the scars it inflicts.

By eighteen years of age, I experienced seven different types of childhood trauma. I handled my trauma by pretending it wasn’t there. As each new trauma visited, I ripped off that piece and hid it away.




Eventually, all seven traumas were sealed away and buried deep inside.

But trauma chafes and enflames. Although I quarantined my infected parts, they still rotted. The stench permeated my good parts, spoiling them, too. I kept hacking and concealing, but I couldn’t keep up.

I Need People

Jan 18th, 2015 Faith, Insecurities

Vulnerability. I can’t even say the word. It doesn’t eloquently glide through my mouth like more pleasant words. Instead, its jagged edges score my throat and obstruct the otherwise smooth mechanics of speech. Its sour taste makes me gag. Saying vulnerability is my biggest fear isn’t adequate. The thought of being vulnerable cripples me. It hinders my actions and renders me speechless. I cannot be weak. I cannot…

My Fleece {}

My Fleece

Dec 18th, 2014 Becoming, Insecurities

So many times I have been drawn to the story of Gideon. So many times I heard of his cowardice. So many times I prayed God would give me courage, so that when He called, I would go without hesitation. Yet each time I study Gideon’s tale, I cannot help but identify with him. When we first meet Gideon (Judges 6), he is hiding in a winepress…

Sprinkles Make Everything Better{}

Sprinkles make everything better

Oct 19th, 2013 Faith, Insecurities

This week was stressful. Everything is out of whack. I mentioned here how I have been on autopilot. Unfortunately, my autopilot isn’t that spectacular. It is very base and only serves my needs and the very smallest needs of my people. I don’t think it is a coincidence that the moment I decide to turn it off is the same moment that everyone crashes into me….