Letting go can be so hard. It seems that after our mask has been on for so long that who we are truly morphs into what the mask once portrayed. Wrecked has been going in a new direction… And we have many submissions to be posted. There are so many hurting people… so many stories … Continue reading Letting Go is Hard to Do
I abhor rereading my old writing, old journals, old blogs. Self-grace for who I have been is not my strong suit. Rather I reflect with an air of deeply felt condescension, wrongly believing my current reality is a place of arrival. As a result of this attitude, I have a hard time with the editing … Continue reading Peeks from a Paper Heart
I’m at war. A full blown bloodbath is taking place as we speak. I have chosen to be naive to this war… But now I’m smack dab in the middle of it and I’m not okay with it. I have finally accepted that walking with Jesus isn’t pretty. It’s not comfortable. It’s not rainbows and … Continue reading I’m At War.
I sobbed into my pillow last night. One of those ugly cries that you find yourself looking into the mirror and only making things worse. I tried to journal, but I couldn’t see through my tears… and my usual messy but neat handwriting turned into puddles of ink that didn’t need any more explanation. Life … Continue reading I Held My Breath Until I Turned Blue.
Turns out I need your help. If we’re honest, every person in the universe struggles. Shame, embarrassment, and fear keep us paralyzed from speaking out these things and ultimately being broken free. I want to hear your stories. Wrecked is changing a bit from having a few writers on our end… To getting you to … Continue reading What’s Your Biggest Struggle?
Tonight—for about the hundredth time this summer—my thought-life circles around one thing: “I don’t get it.” Earlier today, I walked into what was supposed to be a medication follow-up for one issue, only to walk away with an even more severe diagnosis of something that has not been mentioned in the medical conversation all summer. … Continue reading Bad News and an Attitude.
Once upon a time there was a girl named Ruth Wilson. She found her identity in being a hot mess… and constantly claimed to have a lot of sin in her heart… and lived entangled in heavy chains. Not only did she find her identity in those things but she spoke them over her life … Continue reading From Hot Mess… To Free.
Troubles are chasing me again. Tearing down my strong defense. I’m still alive. But I’m barely breathing. Close to breaking, wishing I just would already. I’m finding myself back in South Carolina to see a doctor, yet again. I thought this was all over. I thought I was finally getting close to full health again. … Continue reading Walking On Water
Last year was absolutely the best, most painful, most wonderful, most gut-wrenching year of my life to date. Naturally, it’s been a cakewalk to talk about the beauty, but I’ve shied away from the ugly. Out of this season, I have learned that in order to make pain meaningful, I have to be willing to … Continue reading It’s Not All About Me.
Right now across Kenya and the entire world… There is a hatred for the group of terrorists that busted into Westgate Mall and killed at least 68 innocent people. I find myself in so much pain that I can’t even muster up tears when I think of the horrific war-zone that the once innocent family … Continue reading There Is Grace For the Gunmen
