A wife. A mother. A loyalist. An advocate for the underprivileged. A voice for the unloved. Choosing freedom daily.
No attempt to change a behavior through shame will ever work. You know why? Because our pointed finger is the the image they remember in those silent moments of vulnerability where it’s just them alone before God. When wrestling with their…
The thought of you and I makes me tremble.
Your love like a castaway net pulling me in against the current.
I’ve tried to fight it because I do not know it.
What is this love that is patient and kind?
I love to be an observer. I love psychology, and sociology. I’m in my head a lot, asking myself why we do the things we do. And lately, I’ve been asking myself this question: Do we really want what’s honest?