A Safe Place from Wounding Words
Have you ever decided to open up to those around you only to have them use your honesty as ammo? What happens when someone who is supposed to protect and love you wounds you so deeply you begin to question everything? Maybe it was a friend, a fellow church member, or even a pastor. You […]
So Does This (a poem)
A single teardripson the bedas I stare at the white wall we painted when I felt hopeful. Depression is a funny thing;you don’t always see it coming.But it comescrashinglike those waves at the Outer Banksthat almost drowned me.We laugh about it now, how silly I looked running from the shore.But it scared me. And so does this.So […]
Heavy with the Weight of You (a poem)
I’ve always been intimidated by poetry. Reading it sometimes makes me feel dumb and writing it? Goodness, I’m not sure I have any skill to offer up to a reader. But as I spent many weeks filled with many hours unable to walk postpartum, I started reading poetry. And this is why I now have […]
Postpartum Bodies and Unordered Thoughts
Unordered thinking can creep in oh so quickly. If we’re not careful to take thoughts captive and discern if they have any truth to them, we will fall prey to the serpent’s lies. And it seems like women who are walking through the postpartum season are vulnerable targets for the enemy. I’ve always been naturally […]
Blessings and Birth Injuries
Every morning I wake up hoping that today will be the day I can walk again. I slowly try to lift myself only to feel paralyzed by pain. The once simple task of rolling over to get out of bed has become one that I dread every single sunrise. Once I finally make it out […]
And God Watered my Cucumbers
Three days equaled two hours of sleep.It’s the place where brain fog and emotions are high.I’ve been staring out the window,I need to water the cucumbers. I sit in the chaise lounge,Nursing through blood, sweat, and tears.Latching sometimes takes hours,So I can’t water the cucumbers. My husband holds the baby,My firstborn looks at me and,I […]