There is something about putting on a dress that feels just right. The one that fits the waist just so, and how the heavy fabric swooshes as you dance to the 1940's jazz. For me, the green one with cloth-covered buttons, cut in a vintage-inspired shape, is dotted with pink floral designs.

I didn't realize that swing dancing would help me reclaim understanding of biblical masculinity and femininity.

I now have a community that has a vast appreciation for GIFs, sarcasm, and (most importantly) prays for each other. I can't really pinpoint the exact time when I trusted others again. It was six months - a year - maybe even more, of God working in my heart to get to where I am today.

Dear Lord, I love You. I know You are good. Very good. I remember all those moments when my soul ached deeply and my tears fell silently because I could not catch my breath. And there You met me. In the dark- I felt Your light.

She came up to who she would know as the Messiah. The One that had made her new. The One that loved her as no one else had. The One who was her Lord and everything. There He was, surrounded by men, talking with the One she wanted to be close to, to show love in return for Him offering her everything.

My heart. My hopes. My dreams.

I wrote two poems for relationships because of the depth behind the word. It is commune with God and others. It is the interaction and commu

Dear Lord, When I picture Your love…

Beauty from Ashes. I had heard of beauty from ashes before, but little did I know how hard and beautiful this concept is. A fire burns...

Ah, Lord. You see my heart in the night You see my mind in turmoil  You see my hopes You see my tears You see my dances  You see my...

To the plant in my room: I realize I’m more like you than I thought. I stay pretty thirsty, and need that daily watering. If I don’t get...

Sorrow - A Poem Lord?  I know You were there But did You see? Lord?  I know You were with me But how did You feel? I envision your arms...

God is doing a new thing. After my word being Shalom for a year, I do believe it one of those lifetime words that keep coming alive...

ere I am again, the little girl who grew up into a young woman fighting to understand her value. It’s coming… in waves like the rippling one

Verbally Abusing (Myself?!?) “You know. Speaking that way to yourself is basically verbal abuse.” “…” Then more silence. “Oh.” This was...

Who am I? (The Impact of Verbal Abuse) “You are inconvenient.” The simple words echoed in my life and my behaviors for 12 or more years. These words compounded by dismissing behaviors, silent treatments, disdainful looks, and other cutting words made the statement over my life seem like truth written in stone. If it was true for him. This must have been true for everyone in my life. I was a burden. It didn’t take two parents speaking this way in my life. It took one. Words bu

I Get a Choice | A Poem Despair, trial, Depression, Denial. Bit by bit they took my peace, They ate at what was left of me.   You see her...

I went to Clinical Counseling… Maybe you read that “I went to Biblical Counseling” and I did. AND it was really helpful. Quite a few...

Photo Credit: Alexander Fuller, Unsplash Dear Lord, You feel the tension in my heart. It is like having two double-shot espresso coffees...

Dear Father, Please Heal my heart. It hurts to have a broken view of a father. It hurts to know what could have been. What joy I may have...