Two years ago this May, I began serving in a recovery home called Grace House. It has been hard, fun, exciting and exasperating all at the same time. But mostly, it has been one of the greatest learning experiences I have ever had. And I, as always, am compelled to share with you what I've learned. … Continue reading learning from addiction
Category: Abuse/Addiction
broken and whole
She showed me her little clay pot that was a lovely shade of blue. I was surprised at how beautiful it was. Beautiful and cracked. Broken and whole. Jagged lines ran up and down and sideways all over it. It wasn't hard to figure out what had happened. Because when something has been broken and put back together...it shows. It… Continue reading broken and whole
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coming up from rock bottom
We sat across from each other on the back porch, our bibles and papers fluttering in the afternoon breeze. We didn't mind the occasional paper chase, since the breeze made the humidity bearable. She is full of questions, this one, and I note the hint of suspicion in those questions. I am surprised that it… Continue reading coming up from rock bottom
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believing for wonderful
Different. Wrong. Abnormal. Words that describe how I have felt most of my life. The struggle to feel right, or normal. Always, every day, in every circumstance, I felt different, somehow wrong inside. I never fit in anywhere. I didn't belong. I was just small when someone did things to me they should not have… Continue reading believing for wonderful
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from disgrace into grace
Five women sitting in a living room, taking turns reading from Nehemiah. We are studying that book because in the rebuilding of a wall God can speak much about rebuilding lives. And in that second chapter, starting right there in that 17th verse, something speaks to me. 'Then I said to them, “You see the… Continue reading from disgrace into grace
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faith has to move
It came to me as I stood on the chair, almost cutting off my head in the ceiling fan blades. Maybe not cutting off really, but the thwack of even a dull fan blade would have hurt. Anyway, that's when it hit me. Right up there on the chair, in my little prayer room, as… Continue reading faith has to move
Karla Jo Wasion 