• Revenge

    If I Had to Choose

    I’ll admit it—these last few months, I have not been at my finest Christian-wise. I have lost my temper, said words that shouldn’t be said, and generally allowed myself to wallow—no, the better word would be stew—in my own private little pity party. Seriously, it’s bad. Even I am sick of myself. It was during one of my self-conversations (you know what I am talking about. One of those conversations where you play both parties and you pretty much act out how it would go)…anyway, it was during one of these where I got myself ramped up. And I mean really, really ramped up. I found myself praying for vengeance.…

  • Faith,  Grief,  Moving On

    In the In-Between

    The first time I allowed myself to work after IT happened, I expected to wrestle with feelings of guilt. I expected to be fuzzy and unable to focus. I prepared myself for the overwhelming nausea that would inevitably come from even attempting to think about anything other than IT. Instead, I felt an overwhelming amount of … freedom. Such a strange word to use and yet, that is the only and best way I can describe what came over me as I allowed myself to ignore the world, the people and the circumstances that were so far out of my control. I set aside everything and anything that was crushing…