Whispering. Roaring. Unwavering.
After God rescued me, I thought Where were the men To hold the man accountable There were many who knew His violent abusive ways, but… No one helped Through pondering
Father…I remember when The little girl called out to you She was sad Missing her mother You heard her And dried her tears Father…I remember when The little girl grew
Love was blind for a long time, Minimize and rationalize all the lies. Objects hurling through the air. Words came flying by. I didn’t see them but I could feel
Not our daughters and sisters and mothers, you say, No woman should be forced to fight How I agree, no woman should Oh, but the war has come The war
Although I’d felt erased from my work, I was ultimately thankful to disconnect from the materials as I no longer ascribe to that expression of a caregiving ministry, nor many
As I’ve been writing these posts about the Help[H]er book and resources, and the potential danger associated with a particular type of woman-to-woman caregiving ministry, I’ve discovered I have lots
