Getting comfortable in my own skin

Motherhood can cause you to forget who you were before you were a mother and a wife. I was once asked in a group setting to close my eyes and think of five roles that I have in my life, and in order of importance. I immediately saw the words mother, wife, sister, daughter, homemaker,... Continue Reading →

How did I get here?

It had been over a year since I had felt lips on my skin or hands around my waist. And if I was going to take this leap back into intimacy, then who better than someone I had known for twenty years. I trusted this man. I could feel safe and vulnerable at the same time. So I lept.

Facing the fear

I didn't think I would ever be able to step out on faith and insist on a life of peace and joy. I take things one day at a time and I thank God for the little things.

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