My Past Makes Me a Whore?

I just saw a disturbing post. It was about a woman who has “a past,” and because of “her past,” they’re calling her a whore.

As much as I wanted to defend her, I couldn’t because political bullying is intense, so I’ll speak in my own defense.

According to this post that I saw…
My past makes me a whore

I used to be a stripper
That makes me a whore
I used to sell my body
I’m not one to be honored
My one-night-stands are countless
I must be a slut

You see
I know that’s not true
But why do people spew it?
Why do they tear down the present
With the past?

I know I’m a woman of integrity
Who deserves to be honored
The past will NEVER define me
Nor should it define anyone else

Suffocation

Every once in awhile, I remember something pretty heavy from my past and feel led to write about it. Not everyone wants to read that stuff, so if you’re one of those people who don’t like it or worry too much about me, I suggest you move past this piece of heart. Continue reading

***20 Things About Me***

I used to be a stripper.
I used to sell my body.
I have four kids.
I’ve had three abortions.
I’d rather read poetry that doesn’t rhyme.
I don’t like it when people go out of turn at stop signs.
I love the clouds.
I used to think God was in the clouds.
I grew up without knowing God.
I have full dentures.
I used to be addicted to sex, drugs, and alcohol.
I hear God all the time.
I value God, Jesus, and Holy Spirit above all.
I write constantly on the inside.
I love to dance with worship flags.
I walk in freedom.
I feel dirty (at times) because of my past, even though I’m brand new.
I’m married to God.
I hope to be married to a man someday (and don’t want to be kissed until my wedding day).
I sometimes go to sleep at night, excited about coffee the next morning.

A Dance in Glory

Many times, I’m told that people were drawn to look at me while I was dancing with flags, but as soon as they caught themselves, they apologized to God and looked away, but I’m not totally convinced that watching people worship’s a bad thing. Countless times, I’ve found myself watching others worship because of they way they were worshiping; it had drawn me deeper into the heart of God.

At Red Seal Ministries
At Red Seal Ministries

Last night, I had an amazing time dancing with God during worship. Youknow, the phrase for my business is “worship flags that release God’s glory.” That phrase was written for a reason, and I believe people are drawn the glory I’m dancing in, not necessarily me.

I picture it this way: everything God’s done in me and through me pours into my dance, and it gives Him glory, which He gives right back to me. I think THAT’s what people see. Although, I could be wrong. I’ve just heard many people have repented for watching me during worship, and I’m not sure they need to.

Living the Truth

The other day, one of the neatest and one of the worst things happened. Over the past year or so, I’ve been learning a lot more truth and have made it a point to live out all that I’ve learned: in church, on the streets, in my home, etc., and one thing I especially like is the way my kids learn at home.

I never make my kids go to church. I used to guilt them into going on Mother’s Day, Easter, and Christmas, but even that stopped. I never wanted to force them and always felt like it was my job to teach them at home.

When I say “teach,” I’m merely explaining how I live by example. I don’t set them down with a bible, paper, and a pen. I live what I believe and then explain why I’m living it. Sometimes, they don’t listen, but sometimes, they do. Continue reading

A Wife to Remember

Earlier this week, Scott took me and the kids to the Navy Exchange and the Commissary to, pretty much, buy us whatever we wanted (within reason). Up until this point, it had been very hard to “receive” from him, and while we were walking through the parking lot, I was reminded why.

As the kids were goofing off, Scott and I were walking side-by-side, and I experienced one of those “moments” of deja vu, only this moment reminded me of who I USED to be. I was a horrible wife, and as I remembered back, I felt myself ready to fall apart. Continue reading

“In One Dance”

dancing
in a dream
that’s reality

twirling
up on stage
with new desires

beauty
of the flag
released from my heart

do they know
do they realize
does it matter

being up on stage
not craving attention
being up on stage
not looking for money
being up on stage
dancing only for ONE

dancing
to the rhythm of His Love
to the breath of His Spirit
to the thoughts He has of me

years forgotten
time restored
angelic present
releasing a song
of redemption