“had she known…”

She has unknown trauma that was triggered by unspeakable acts
Trauma she thought she had worked through yet lingered in the depths of her soul

There it was, staring her in the face from the inside, clawing at her memories and what was happening around her

There was nowhere to run
Nowhere to hide
The only way to move forward was to push through

One by one, they ravaged her like animals
Like SHE was an animal
Forced to enjoy what was never planned out

At any moment, it would end (or so she thought)…but it didn’t

The door kept opening
Everything kept happening
In the dark

How could she end up here and be who she was? How could she be worth so little? Or maybe this was what she wanted

Maybe the trauma was calling it, feeding it, putting up with it until…it was done

The degrading
The disrespect
The question “how did you like it”

Finally, it was over, the words came out in tears, her worth stripped away with her dignity. All that was left was a lesson

Balancing Act

I know someone out there needs encouragement to keep faith because of what God is having me write about today, so I hope that some of the words that person reads will bless them to look at things a little bit differently and to walk by faith, not by what they see or have.

Okay, so I’m not the best at balancing on paper, so I usually do it all in my head. When you’re running a business, that may not be the best thing to do, and at times, if I’m unsure about what I have in the bank and think it may be low, I won’t even look because the moment I look, I’m usually filled with fear, so I balance in my head and move forward. Continue reading

Warning Signs

Last night, I was blessed to hear Graham Cooke for the first time ever. It was an awesome night! And of course, in going to this kind of stuff, I was able to see amazing friends, which is the best part of going to some of these things. By the time I left, it was late, and I was tired, and as I headed toward the freeway, a cop sped ahead of me, going in the same direction…never a good sign. Continue reading

Lunch for Three?

Yesterday, on my walk to meet Lee, I thought about life, about if one person can really make a difference in this world, if reaching one person was enough. Lately, God’s been speaking to me about how it was important to leave the ninety-nine to find the one. Even the other night, when Scott took us out to dinner, he parked in space ninety-nine. I was listening. God is always talking to us, we just need to remember to listen.

As I walked up to where Lee was sitting, a young man from the other direction approached, too. As he grew nearer, he said, “It’s time for our visit.” He had a violin, which totally excited me. His name was Anthony. Lee moved to the ground, I sat in the chair, and Anthony sat on the other side and pulled out his violin. When he found out who I was, he was very excited. He said I was well talked about and said he was hoping to meet me someday. Then, he began to play. Continue reading