I was weary. Empty. I had nothing left to give. He was crying again. He missed Mimi and Papaw and so did I. He did not want to go to sleep, but that was all I wanted. I hugged him and whispered. “I’m sorry. I don’t know what to say anymore. I wish I knew how… Continue Reading
Category Archives: John
I Did Not Know That!
You are reading Reflections of a Survivor, in which I share my family’s escape and healing from spiritual abuse. Other portions may be found here. May this story inform, inspire and motivate. The morning breeze whispered by as pen brushed against paper. A certain delight fills my heart in the way ink slides across… Continue Reading
As a Grain of Wheat Must Die. . .
You are reading Reflections of a Survivor, in which I share my family’s escape and healing from spiritual abuse. Other portions may be found here. May this story inform, inspire and motivate. The bulk of this post comes from John 12:23-27. Won’t you follow along? Before the arrest, before the garden, before the last supper,… Continue Reading
Jesus Wept
(The following post is based on John 11, which I encourage you to read.) “. . . I am glad that I was not there, so that you may believe.” Meeting Martha outside of town, he saw her faith and spoke to her accordingly, “You know that he will live again.” Even she did not… Continue Reading
All I Need
Their bellies had been filled. They witnessed the miracle, but they focused on their flesh. Hunger led them on a quest across the sea. Was their hunger for righteousness or for food? They sought a man. Did they seek him or what he gave? Did they seek Jesus or the food he had… Continue Reading
