The Hope Children’s Christmas Project

There is a single word that unites every single person on earth. It is the most powerful word in the human language and something none of us can live without. That word is hope. Without it, who are we? What drives us to lace up our boots one more time and rise to face another day? Hope is an emotion that transcends logic and manifests…

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Let Hope Reign Over This Place

Sometimes your mind can be cruel. Learning to love myself was one of the best decisions I've ever made. I no longer allow the voice in my head to control my emotions.

        “how could you let the house get so bad?”   “Your so lazy. You used to keep the house so clean. What happened to that person?”   “you don’t have a real job, this house should be spotless”   This is my train of thought while standing in the middle of the tornado that is my living room. I am in…

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Home is not a place but rather a feeling

      It is hard to believe that in my present situation I am able to gain any insight or that I am overwhelmed with positivity and promise. I have surprised myself with how fast I put on my big girl panties and took charge of my situation.       As far back as I can remember I have been waiting on someone…

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The Broken Glass

         *The woman that submitted this story requested to remain anonymous. I am empowered by her bravery and I hope others can find strength in her words as well; I know she has. bravery is not about how loudly we roar. It is about finding the courage to roar at all. it is the first timid squeak that takes the most determination. …

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Faces in a Patch Work Quilt

    I never expected you to be one more person I had to survive. Why do people hurt so bad? I should not be comparing everyone to junk food, but I am. I should not want to detox from people as if I had just binged on Toll House cookies; but I am. There are people out there that are healthy, right? There has…

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The Providence Promised

  Tuesday, August 1st –   I keep waiting for the hands to be taken off my mouth so that I can speak but more hands keep piling on top of each other; I am silenced, alone with my thoughts. I keep holding on to the feeling there is movement in this place, that fate or God is playing a hand in this crap shoot…

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Breaking the silence

selah – you raise me up   Previous blog posts have only grazed the surface of all that is me. Up until this point I feel I have posted in third person; gently knocking on truths door. I have confronted the demons that poured my foundation, all except one; myself.   This is one moment, a single snap decision, an impulse post that if I…

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The secrets a closed mind protects 

People are layered like coats of paint on a wall. With each broken heart, deserted dream, or loss of hope a new coat is added. Imagine what each layer hides; fear painted over with sadness, sadness painted over with anxiety, etc. now, imagine a person seeking true healing because they are tired of the paint masking reality. You scrape off a layer of anxiety to…

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