When faith feels shattered, God can still meet us in the ruins; gently, truthfully, and withoutrushing our healing. The night my faith broke did not sound dramatic. It sounded like a baby breathing in a darkroom. I remember sitting on the edge of my bed, shoulders stiff, a half-folded onesie in my lap, staring at […]

I always wondered how people who have experienced one form of sexual violence/abuse or the other and are from less than supportive/loving families cope.  I know my struggles despite coming from a loving and nurturing family (even though I did not tell them about the abuse until much later).  I can’t imagine the added struggles