Scars

He thinks I'm beautiful. But all I see are marks welded into my skin by sun, rain, wind, and age. He thinks I'm beautiful. But all I feel are lacerations of the soul inflicted by those who could not see beauty -- only opportunity. He says I'm beautiful. But instead of hearing his life-giving words, … Continue reading Scars

From the Pit of Hell

World Suicide Prevention Day was a couple of weeks ago. That day, I read about another beloved Christian who died by his own hand. I don't know him and I don't know his story, but according to his Twitter feed, he was a pastor who was very concerned about mental illness which makes his death … Continue reading From the Pit of Hell