Tag: hope

Scars

I have spent years being ashamed of the scars on my arms. I was so aware of them all of the time. I wanted to hide them. I wanted to pretend that they weren’t there. I didn’t want to face the questions that might come if people saw them. I was bound up by my past. I was a prisoner.…

Surface Tension

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…

Lead by Example

I had made the decision to go to my church’s Wednesday night worship service. I was nervous about going because I would have my five year old with me. I wanted to dig deeper into God’s presence, but I wasn’t exactly sure how that was going to work while keeping an eye on my active, doesn’t sit still for long…

I Am No Victim

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…

The Holy or the Broken Hallelujah

There’s a blaze of light in every word It doesn’t matter which you heard The holy or the broken hallelujah                                                                                …

Praising in the Darkness

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…

In Case of Emergency

There is always hope. That statement seems trivial in our darkest places, but it is the truth. The nature of the mental illness beast is that it robs us of our sight. Our ability to see hope. Anxiety steals tomorrow’s joy, depression blinds us with our shame and despair. So many different beasts affect how we see things. But there…