It’s wrong, and I feel like I need to tell someone, anyone, everyone. But I feel like I’m screaming into a vacuum. No one can hear me. No one actually sees me. No one can do anything. And no one really cares.
I’m just supposed to be okay, as if nothing changed. And I have to be careful not to hurt anyone else. But why is it okay for me to be hurt? Who’s being careful for me?
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Spring break 2016
Our little family of four (our oldest had already flown the coop back in June 2014) took a whirlwind spring break trip starting with a brief visit to our nation’s capitol in Washington, DC.
In the middle we had a 2-½ day consultation with Dr. Mark Yarhouse, the author of the book, Understanding Gender Dysphoria, and his team at Regent University in Virginia Beach, VA. Continue reading
God, I just want to be okay.
Trust me.
I want to, but how can I when there is so much I don’t know or understand? Doubts and questions plague my mind. The more I seek to know, the more questions I unearth. The history of people who doubt is just as long as those who believe.
Without doubt, people would never have discovered how things work and how to make things better. Without doubt, belief doesn’t mean much. Don’t be afraid of doubt.
I see that we’ve progressed in our complexity and understanding, and so many things are possible now that weren’t before – cures for diseases, ways to communicate across continents and oceans, earthquake resistant building design. But things aren’t really better. People are lonely, we’ve invented new ways to kill each other, and the gods of religion remain enigmatically silent.
But I am not a god of religion. I am God, creator of the heavens and earth, in whose image you were formed. Continue reading
Last night I was extra sad. And when I get sad I try to figure out if there’s something true about my sadness. As an emotional person,
I have learned not to trust my feelings, at least not all of the time. Though feelings just happen, they’re not always based on truth. So I try to figure out if my emotions are based on fact and try to adjust my perspective if they’re not.
I think my sadness has some truth in it, while also being impacted by other outside circumstances. Continue reading
Once upon a time there was a little girl, the fourth of six children, born to a pastor and his wife, a stay-at-home mom and church musician turned transcriptionist when her last child went to kindergarten. Stubborn and bright, this little girl excelled at many things: music, art, school work, and even sword drills at Vacation Bible School. She was well loved and cared for, though sometimes misunderstood and found to be exasperating. Though not overt and probably not even intended, there was an air of legalism and pride in the home. Continue reading
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