(Trigger Alert: Just about every abuse is mentioned here) Why should we talk about spiritual abuse? Answering this question has been a long process for me. I stayed up late last night and worked on it some more this evening. Words of passion raced through my fingers and across the screen. In the end, I… Continue Reading
Category Archives: Reflections of a Survivor
A String of Thoughts and Memories of Spiritual Abuse
Someone, somewhere decided this is Spiritual Abuse Awareness Week. People are writing their stories and sharing them online. I’ve been writing mine in scattered vignettes . Thirteen thousand words have also been written in secret. The call was made to share that story and someday, I will. It’s just not time. If I can muster… Continue Reading
Binding Broken Hearts
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. Reflecting today on words from a year ago . . . Again and again, pages flip to Isaiah 61. The words motivate… Continue Reading
For When Life Isn’t What You Hoped For
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. Do you ever just cry? You are not depressed and nothing terrible has happened, but you are washed by a temporary sadness or… Continue Reading
I’m Ready for This
Three garbage bags full. Three full bags, not of wool, but of garbage. That is what I did over the weekend and again this afternoon. I am cleaning my slate before I make an even bigger mess. When I am finished cleaning, it will be time to pack. This time, I will not be packing… Continue Reading
Let’s Wrap This Up and Make a New Mess
There is only one thing I have ever wanted. From the beginning, there has only been one purpose for this blog. I want to point you to Jesus. My trip to the southwest did something new in me. It was hard to write while I was there, because of the freedom I felt. I was… Continue Reading
For When You Feel Deflated
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
The Journey of Healing
Healing comes in phases. Like a train climbing up a mountain, my heart labored towards the top in a series of nauseating turns. Not knowing when the peak would be conquered, the journey seemed endless. Writing my story of spiritual abuse was a sharp turn with an eery view of the bottom. A torrent of… Continue Reading
I Forgot!
So. . . I went to Texas last week. I visited old friends and hugged family members. I watched my children play with their cousins and get spoiled by aunts. I took them to the Bible college where I met their daddy and introduced them to our favorite teachers. Oh! And. . . This happened,… Continue Reading
For When You Aren’t Strong Enough
It’s Friday, time for a free-writing prompt from Lisa-Jo Baker! That’s right, it’s time for. . . Today’s word is graceful. I sat in tears on the bed, wishing I was a better mom and even a better wife. If I was strong enough, this season would not be so hard on everyone. For too… Continue Reading
