Shame

Written by Ayla S.   The eyes are the window to your soul.    I never quite grasped the precision of this well known statement, until a rather solemn moment with my chiropractor two years ago.  I had been seeing him for about four years at the time.  He was undergoing his routine procedure of...

I Don’t Really Want to Hurt My Child

Written by Kathy Collard Miller   Darcy's training pants were wet again. Again!   Marching over to my two-year-old daughter, I directed her into the bathroom. As I struggled to pull down the soaking pants, I felt a rush of frustration and a sense of failure.   "Darcy, you're supposed to come in the bathroom and...

A Letter to My Three-Year-Old Self

  Dear Three-Year-Old Paula,   I’m so sorry that I never realized how broken and scarred you’ve been all this time. I guess I had shut you down so that I could survive moving forward. You didn’t know how to deal with those you trusted betraying you at such a core identity level. You had...

My Testimony (Kasmira Jensen)

Written by Kasmira Jensen   How much can a person handle? That is a question asked all too often, whether we ask it of ourselves or we wonder about someone we’ve seen a news story. The answer simply boils down to whether or not we have factored God into the equation. For me, looking back,...