I have started and drafted dozens of blog posts since August 2018.
They’ve been about motherhood, about race and racism, about marriage and divorce, about healing and wholeness, about self-love, about foster care and the perils of working with DHS…
But only a small few have made it to the published side of this little space I call mine.
2018 exploded a whole world of pain that was hidden from even myself…or at least I was working extremely hard to keep it hidden from myself. Because what happens when we stare unspeakable damage in its face?
How do we rise from such depths of brokenness?
How do we pick up all the pieces that shatter? There is no way to put them back together how we or the world (aka Christian culture) feels they should be, because piecing together a shattered plate comes back together differently no matter how hard we try.Read More