Back in the day, when Hunny and I were more immature, we’d have some rip-roaring episodes now and then. Father never condemned me for any one of them and as I look back now, I can see His hand in each one. They were how we learned to live with each other, give each other wide berth to be ourselves, and respect the strength we inherently possessed individually.
Honestly, neither of us thought our marriage would survive very long. We were both so strong-willed and assertive. The match was definitely equal.
But we did learn. Sometimes unwillingly. Continue reading IN THE SPIRIT OF LETTING GO
I was working on a couple of my new books last night when fear attacked me. It said, “Will I offend someone? Can’t I write anymore?”
I smiled, cocked my head, and I chalked this up to another piece of information. The spirit of offense wants me to be silent.
You see, I received an explosion from an offended group a few days ago. I thought they were close friends and I had no idea what I’d written would offend them. Continue reading WILL I OFFEND SOMEONE? CAN’T I WRITE ANYMORE?
I know it was a terrible trauma. I know the wounds and scars are actually still bleeding profusely. I know you still cry uncontrollably at times.
But, would you consider this for just a moment? Would you consider that I know about abuse too, and that I’ve suffered greatly? Would you consider my proposal if I shared my awful stories? Continue reading MAY I ASK YOU TO CONSIDER DROPPING IT?