The world converges upon me, all of nature in its full force, nursing my surrender.
The world converges upon me, all of nature in its full force, nursing my surrender.
The metamorphosis was almost complete for she was the guilt and shame, the bitterness and loneliness, the fearfulness and emptiness that pooled itself in the middle of the floor. Her very life force had all but slipped away, absorbing into the fibers of the carpet as she let go.
When I was a young girl, about 7 years of age, I was a princess. Eventually, we moved away. I still had the dress – but I wasn’t a Princess anymore – and that is how I felt for decades to come and go. I was no one’s little princess. Sometimes life gets away from …
Who told you that you aren’t all that? Who told you that there was nothing special about you? Who told you that you were useless, that you would never amount to anything? You are all that and then some. Your life is filled with purpose. I want to challenge what you have come to believe …
Through the window I looked gasping for breath. The heat choked me, gripping my throat, tightening its tentacles. He was finished with me; you were just getting started. You rescued me with a brief, cool breeze – it penetrated the thickness of the dense air. You sent me hope – to prepare me. I …
Recently, a friend and I were discussing the possibility of renovation that I had been considering for my home. I’m the sort of person who takes a long time to render a decision, but when I do – it comes out of the blue and gobsmacked me in the face. “Why don’t I just sell my house …
From the beginning, you had your sights set on me. You watched me from afar – every move – every single step, until you could predict my comings and goings. You moved in closer, only enough to hear the sound of my voice and my cries. Listening and watching a small girl . . . …
a sentence meant to deliver a death blow. Little chance. Little hope.
The once tiny digits that caressed and kneaded my muscles now seemed like little boney, coat hanger-like fingers digging their way into every nerve ending of my body. She likely would have welcomed a slight change in pressure, but I just couldn’t bring myself to say anything. I sucked it up.
Fear sees the enemy as bigger and more powerful than God. The greater we fear, the greater our problems become. Fear attacks us from the inside and works its way from our minds and emotions into the very fibre of our being. Fear kills us slowly. Fear believes God is distant and aloof. Fear is us handing the …