Whispering. Roaring. Unwavering.
(It’s a very good place to start) Who, or what, is a woman? That’s the question I asked in my last post. I’d love to hear some of your thoughts
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
When I begin helping a woman who is unsure regarding what’s happening in her marriage, I don’t necessarily tell her, “You’re being abused.” I may be able to recognize the
I’ve already mentioned the day I saw the writing on the wall in my story. It’s that one conversation with my community pastor that still rings in my ears. So
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
There’s this woman. Let’s call her my hero. There’s actually a whole bunch of them. Maybe someday I’ll have the privilege of writing their stories. This particular woman remains forefront
