Category Archives: Women, we are beloved

Twinges of grief

Six years ago, I wrote this blog. Angel Baby. And, from that, this. Sweet Seraphina…how I desperately prayed that God would show me your face somehow. “Please,” I asked…give me a dream, a vision, a picture!” God answered. And then I moved on. I’m pretty good at moving on. Mostly because there is a deeply rootedContinueContinue reading “Twinges of grief”

I am MORE (Poetry): Lessons in Vulnerability, part 2

I am more than my body, More than my curves. I am more than my smile, My looks, my clothes. I am not a trophy, Or a symbol of your best. I’m no prize or property, No object to cherish. FOR, Underneath my clothes, Underneath my skin, Underneath my bones, This is where my beauty lives. Tell me,ContinueContinue reading “I am MORE (Poetry): Lessons in Vulnerability, part 2”

Lessons in Vulnerability, part 1

I think I’ve lived most of my life feeling unworthy in some way. Unworthy of belonging. Unworthy of being loved. Sure, I could probably list a lot more there, but they all boil down to those two: Love and belonging. Why? How did I become a 35 year old woman, who is certainly loved byContinueContinue reading “Lessons in Vulnerability, part 1”