How full is your glass? Are you a half empty or a half full kind of person? I have always been a glass half empty person. I used to joke that I was intended to be a pessimist. I was born on the Day of the Dead, I am a Wednesday’s child (full of woe), and my name means “dark”. …
Every time I hear this song, I think of you and what you must be going through…
Dark. Heavy. Drowning. I don’t know if it’s the change in season or if it is all the chaos in my life at the moment, but darkness has become my constant companion of late. Some days I feel like I am watching actors on a stage; like I can’t actually engage with anyone. I am going through the motions of…
I have put in a lifetime of work accepting myself. It has been a constant battle with my own negative self-talk: you’re a fraud, you’ll never be good enough, you don’t belong here, you’re worthless, and so on. I have only really been good at replacing those lies with God’s truth in the last few years by…
I have often felt lately, that I am a cup that is filled to full. You know when the liquid threatens to spill over and all that is preventing the overflow is surface tension? But then, the next drop hits the surface and everything begins to spill out. This has been my life lately. I have allowed my cup to…
I am no victim, I live with a vision I’m covered by the force of love Covered in my Saviour’s blood I am no orphan, I’m not a poor man The kingdom’s now become my own And with the King I’ve found a home Kristene DiMarco, I Am No Victim Beautiful words. Words that convict. Words that heal. Words that…
I went to church yesterday. Except this time, I sat in the back. I wasn’t feeling much like praising and worshipping through the music. In fact, I didn’t even want to be there at all. I had a rough sleep and a hard session with the kids over the use of the word “fat”. They used it as a weapon against…
