by Mary DeMuth I kept it silent a decade. Ten years of nightmares. Remembering. Seeing their faces. When I was five, neighborhood boys took me from my babysitter’s house and raped me over the period of a school year. It took me a long time to tell the babysitter because I was afraid to say…
I wonder what the Lord thinks sometimes when He sees us and what would He want to say. These were the thoughts that came to my mind: I know your life. You are sometimes bored with work and the monotonous schedule; every day is Ground Hog Day. Often there is no spark; no joy. There…
Sixteen. The other day she blared out her song, rocking on the coffee table with star-studded glasses and a whisk microphone. Now her angelic voice sings solos in front of hundreds. For the special occasion of her sweet sixteenth birthday, my daughter specifically asked for one gift: a donation made to Stella’s House, a ministry…
Ruby; velvetity, burning, deep, deep red. My birthday stone just happens to be the most beautiful one! Though my jewelry box lacks this precious, rare gem, they are by far my favorite. The deep, rich hue says “treasure”. Proverbs 31: 10 – 11 “A wife of noble character who can find? She is worth far…
Fog. No trees. No sky. No birds. Just gray and white blanketing the earth. No sense in sitting outside; nothing to see. Nothing to enjoy, to take in, to wonder at. I retreat. Head back inside. Inside where there is no wonder. No surprises; just the comfort of the known. As I sit engaged in…
In case this is your first time joining me on my blog, welcome. Each Wednesday, I write a post that pertains to all things “teen”. Since today is the first day of school in Charlotte, I am featuring an interview with 13 year old Dylan Taylor (that is Dylan in the picture with his mom…