Hope was chiseled here
The devil may accuse, “You are not good enough.”
So excited to be a speaker for Corporate Career Mom Online Conference. Turning the Page on Suicide means taking steps to speak life and hope in the midst of despair. Anything is usable in the hands of God. I pray that my testimony encourages mothers to love well, care for those around them with the compassion…
Awakening truth in the hearts of prostitutes, liars, and outcast.
Survivors of Suicide must do what our loved one could not–walk out of the darkness.
Ideas of who you are are no longer boxed in
When the dust settles over grave and grass grows thick over death, your life still quickens in the womb of a mother’s grief.
“My heart staggers; fear makes me tremble. The twilight of my desire has turned to horror” (Isaiah 21:4 NIV). Awoke this morning to images of my dead son. Doesn’t happen often, but when it does sometimes I can move my brain to dwell on God’s goodness. Other times I cannot. God planted some new book…
I love finding other poets to respond to in poetry. Take a look at Radhika Shah’s poem, “Depression calls again” as posted on Jalvis Quotes. My response: Bed made, doubt can’t stop me. Renumbered days feel possible. Attention, I will not quit! Not your call, Not your call. Bed dressed, habit of hope. Time waits quietly, already…
You flatly refused my flattery and filtered my deflated ego through your humility .