The secret is out….

46EE5BD5-387F-4CA8-8465-78F87287BEE7So, last time i posted, I basically puked up my past and then fell off the face of the earth.

seriously, after sharing about the sexual abuse that haunted me for so long, i needed to decompress.

And to be honest, i almost took the posts down.

I felt so exposed and i can’t even begin to tell you how fearful i was of being judged.

but the more i thought and prayed about it, the more i realized that i needed  to leave the posts up.

Because if even one person was helped by what i shared, then praise God.

i believe with all my heart that God wanted me to share my story; and that no matter how hard it was, there was freedom in putting it out there.

and not only that, but i no longer have to carry around the heaviness of such a dark secret.

it’s as if by sharing the secret that i’ve carried for so long i was given a sense of power that i never had before.

power over the lies that the enemy throws at me, and a knowledge that this secret no longer has control over me.

i wish i could say that i no longer struggle with my thoughts….thoughts of unworthiness, shame, and ugliness; but no, i still struggle.

however, i will say that the counseling I’m receiving is going a long way to help me learn how to take those thoughts captive, and to measure them up according to God’s word and what He has to say about me.

through this amazing soul care counseling, i am realizing my desperate need to be in the Word, and to allow it to saturate my heart and mind.

and the more time i spend in the Word, the hungrier I am for more.

while i still struggle with my thoughts at times, I am finding that it is becoming much easier to replace those thoughts with truth from God’s Word, and i can’t tell you how good that feels.

little by little, I’m getting glimpses of the amazing freedom that Jesus has for me, and i long for the day when i can finally say, “I am free!”

this hasn’t been an easy journey.

working through the emotions and hurts from the past has been nothing short of painful.

and yet, I wouldn’t trade what God is showing me along the way for anything.





there is life after sexual abuse…

5C464366-6030-49E0-B189-0138BF49B5B4The affects of sexual abuse have stayed with me for years, paralyzing me and keeping me from experiencing the joy that I know God intends for me.

I had lived with it for so long that it had become a part of me, something that I couldn’t imagine living without.

there have been years where i could go through the motions and live life somewhat normally, pushing the darkness deep down inside of me.

but most of the time, i was plagued with the darkness and the lies that wouldn’t stop racing through my mind.

C7EE8BCD-D30C-41B7-A9F9-9E8618D2F4CDAbout six years ago, I began to struggle with clinical depression.

some times i would find myself in such a deep pit of depression that, had it not been for my husband, i probably wouldn’t have left my bed.

knowing what i now know about depression, i am convinced that my past has played a big part in my struggle.

Thankfully, in the past year, the depression has lifted significantly, leading me to believe that this is just one more way that God is bringing healing to me…..

168F4194-344D-4CA9-BC1B-F5B591910ECBJust over a year ago, God began to walk my family through some big, yet amazing changes.

first of all, he brought me to a point in my life where i finally felt ready to walk in freedom.

Freedom the affects of sexual abuse.

My first step was to share my story with a close family friend, who also happens to be a pastor.

he helped me to see that what I’ve been dealing with all these years is shame.

98199AE5-80FD-42AF-A211-8766BBB53AF7This may sound weird, but I can’t begin to tell you how helpful it was for me to be able to name my struggle.

Our Pastor/friend suggested that i read the book, Shame Interrupted by Ed Welch.

reading that book was such an eye opener for me; it helped me to understand the affects of sexual abuse, and allowed me to see for the first time ever that I wasn’t alone.  And that my struggles and feelings were totally normal.

the author shared Scriptures meant to share God’s love and desire to take our shame and replace it with freedom and joy.

as i read this amazing book, God began to magnify my desire to walk in true freedom.

5937CDF4-774C-4305-A30A-2C26AE9E0CA0My husband and i both felt that i would benefit from some godly counseling, however, we also knew that we couldn’t afford much.

we both began to pray that God would open the doors for me to get counseling if that was his will for me.

during this time, our family was actually transitioning,  as we had recently left our church of thirteen years.

God led us to an amazing church, and little by little began to change our lives.

the Sunday sermons seemed to be directed right at me….it was as if God was telling me that He was going to set me free.

on New Year’s Day of last year, i sat in the Sunday service, tears streaming down my face, as God spoke to my heart, telling me that this was the year He was going to bring healing and that I would experience the true freedom that only he can give.

39AF4231-8CBD-4DD6-BC07-32826F4E8843Within a few months of becoming a part of this amazing church, we found out that the church has an awesome counseling ministry that is free to members of the church.

and so, this past fall i began what is called Bibical Soul Care.

i meet twice a month with my my counselor, as well as two other ladies; one is a dear friend of mine who is acting as my advocate, and the other is training to become a soul care counselor herself.

friends, this counseling is changing my life.

I’d be lying if i said that its been easy.  Because it certainly hasn’t.

the homework is filled with Scripture, and I am learning how to identify my thought patterns…the good ones as well as the bad.

This past session was the most difficult by far…I had to share the 5 most painful experiences of my life, giving as much detail as I was comfortable giving.

53E42295-F734-4361-B2C0-9BFF7C2A3FA7I literally sobbed through the whole session.

i couldn’t stop the tears.

and i shared my story.

once i was finished sharing, i was able to stop crying.

I felt such a relief wash over me, and i experienced a taste of the sweet freedom that Jesus has for me.

We meet again this Tuesday, and we will be talking about the ways those painful experiences have impacted my life and my thinking.

I have a ways to go, but little by little God is peeling away layers, and replacing them with sweet glimpses of His amazing love for me.

and you know what? He wants to do the same for you!

** Have your past experiences kept you from experiencing the sweet freedom that Jesus wants for you?  I’d love to chat with you in the comments, or as always if you’re more comfortable emailing me, please feel free to do so!






sexual abuse: the underlying affects

8FD5CF50-5BD3-4ECC-B19C-FD903858C84FThose years of emotional and sexual abuse had impacted me in ways that I never even realized.

shortly after I married my amazing husband, i was filled with this overwhelming fear that he would leave me for another woman.  I didn’t want him to go anywhere without me, and the thought of him being around other women drove me crazy.

my husband was very patient and gracious with me, but he was clearly confused as to why i was struggling that way.  And to be honest, so was i.

two years into our marriage we began having babies.  And after each baby, i would loathe the body that i saw looking back at me in the mirror.

i would literally lay in bed and cry because I didn’t want my husband to see my fat tummy.  I preferred to have the lights off when we were intimate, because i wanted to hide my body from him.  And all that time, I had no idea where this was coming from.

B75418DB-B7DC-43DD-A05B-B694EA17B6A0As the years went by, my image of myself only grew worse with each baby that i had.

And to be clear, I’ve never been a heavy person, even after having babies.  But I did—and still do—carry all my weight around my middle, and for some reason, I found that repulsive.

no matter how much my husband said he loved me, or how beautiful he would say i am, i saw myself as disgusting and damaged.

i remember laying in bed one night, and my husband saying to me, “It doesn’t matter how much weight you lose, because as long as you think that way about yourself, you won’t be happy.”

and i wasn’t.

I lost 40 pounds about 10 years ago, and guess what?  I still saw myself as repulsive.

0D0EA7E1-15C9-4A85-BE9E-D43BD72287F0I am ashamed to admit that these feelings of insecurity affected my relationships with other women as well, even women in my church.

certain personalities in women would raise red flags with me, and i would see them as a threat, so I would avoid being close with them because I didn’t want them around my husband.

and when certain women—women who were loud and drew attention to themselves—would sit in front of us at church, I would sit through the service steaming mad on the inside.  I would spend the entire service wondering if my husband was looking at “her”.  I was miserable.

and my poor husband.  God bless him.  On the rare occasion that I’d actually voice my fears and accuse him of ogling other women, it would hurt him, a lot.  He would reassure me of his love for ME and ME ALONE, but the fears didn’t budge.

For the sake of not hurting my husband, I began to hold those fears in, and on those occasions when I would make up scenarios in my head, i would stew over them, but not tell my husband.

he of course, figured it out because i was walking around mad all the time.

not exactly great for those early years of marriage.

7C1B9D82-A9F1-44B6-9677-C280376698B3Probably ten years into our marriage, I read the book, Trusting God, by Jerry Bridges.

Reading that book went a long way in helping me learn how to trust God with my marriage.

My freak out sessions were fewer and farther in between, but my insecurities were far from gone.

i think i eventually came to a point where, rather than fearing that I’d lose my husband to another woman, I hardened my heart to the idea, and developed a “i could care less” attitude.

that entailed me deciding in my heart that if he ever did cheat on me that he’d be gone, and I would never forgive him.

Not exactly a healthy way of thinking, trust me.

I went on this way for years…until last year, when God used a good friend to open my eyes and help me get to the root of my struggles.

more on that next time…..

** can you relate to the fears and insecurities that I’ve lived with for so long?  I’d love to hear your story; feel free to share in the comments, or you can email me at


sexual abuse: the deep dark secret

2D6926AD-F4CF-4DDA-A6FB-0E13C8A14A99This post has been a long-time coming for me.

I have gone back and forth, debating wether or not I should write it, for fear of putting myself out there.

but in the past few months, it has become increasingly clear to me that I need to share it, for the sake of my healing if nothing else.

for over 35 years now, I have kept a secret—-a secret that has left me feeling dirty and ashamed.

a secret so deep that I was never allowed to talk about, and one that has impacted my life in ways that I never realized until this past year.


2E4A224E-5A7B-48B2-A871-72850AAFFE31When I was twelve years old, I was sexually abused by someone who i loved and trusted.

i was scared and confused and had no idea what to do.

I ended up sharing what happened with my mom, who, of course, was devastated, and we agreed that this would stay between her and i.  She did share the incident with another close family member, but no one else ever knew.

for almost 35 years.

and i can honestly say that it has practically destroyed me.

looking back, i can see how the abuse could’ve been much worse—though the fact that it happened was bad enough—and i am grateful that it only occurred the one time with this person.

shortly after the abuse, this person came to me and apologized, swearing that it would never happen again.  And it didn’t.

but the damage was already done.


60FCEA79-E19E-4D9D-AC77-1948CA18D130The abusive incident changed so many things within me…the way i felt about men from that point on; not wanting them to hug me or look at me.  Or the fact that i felt like i was damaged goods, not good enough for anyone.

I felt insecure in the clothes i wore, wanting to make sure that i was covered, and that I wasn’t leaving anything to the imagination.

I felt like a stranger in my own body.  I mean, what was wrong with me that would cause a grown man to touch me in that way, and in places he had no business touching me?

all of these thoughts and feelings were flying around in my head, and I couldn’t share them with anyone.

1C74C20E-679B-472C-BECB-78FA174C16C6Shortly after the sexual abuse, the emotional abuse began.

a close family member began to tell me that the abuse was my fault.

that i, at 12 years of age, should have been more lady-like, and then maybe this man wouldn’t have been curious enough to abuse me.  And just so you know, i know now that that’s a load of bull.

this person continually told me that i was to blame….if only you dressed more modest, if only you would sit with your legs crossed, you shouldn’t have jumped around that way in front of him…..the accusations didn’t stop until i was in my mid 20’s.

I was told for years after the abuse that the only reason he (the abuser) is nice to me is because of “what happened”.

I was led to believe that i used the abusive incident as a way to find favor with this man.  Which, by the way, wasn’t true at all.

i was also informed on a regular basis that all men were dirty, and that they were all capable of abusing little girls.  That all men were perverted and that they were all the same.

A293D495-2165-44D1-8280-499348392D12For years i listened to and believed these lies.

a few years after that first incident, and uncle of mine came to stay with us for a short time.

and one day, it just so happened that my mom left me home alone with him.

now, this uncle had always been someone who i looked up to and loved being around.

but on this particular day, that all changed.

as we were sitting in our family room watching TV, my uncle unzipped his pants and exposed himself to me.

i sat across the room from him feeling very scared and unsure of what to do.

he then went on to tell me that if I would come over to him, he’d like to teach me some things that he knew I’d really like.

thankfully, I had the nerve to say no, and he never tried that again.

i never told my parents what happened, for fear that it would cause problems in our family, plus i was afraid my uncle would lie and say it never happened.

yet another dark secret to hold onto.

I’m going to stop here for now, but in my next post, I plan to share more of how sexual abuse has impacted my life and where I’m at now.

** Has sexual abuse impacted your life?  If so, have you been able to get the help and support you need?  Feel free to share in the comments if you’re comfortable.  Otherwise, you’re welcome to email me anytime:






No more Lazy Butt!

1639E780-B1C7-4106-9039-FDD4B128879AEnough is enough.

I’ve been whining and complaining constantly lately.

I’ve been discouraged, frustrated, and more often than not, in tears.

and do you want to know why?

because I’m getting fat, that’s why.

granted, I’m not obese, but for my age and body size, I am about 17 pounds over weight.

and i can feel it.

my knees hurt so bad when i climb the stairs, and 90% of my clothes don’t fit right now.  Not. Even. Kidding.

and so i wear the same thing day after day, frustrated and crying every time i have to dress to go out.


46DEBE9E-9C7D-4B54-8DE9-FADD84703AB5So poor me, right?


why?  Because I’ve been doing absolutely NOTHING to lose this weight.

and i do mean nothing.

oh, i download weightloss apps, and research low-carb diets, and i am constantly planning out my exercise for the coming week.

but none of those things will help if i don’t GET OFF MY BUTT AND DO SOMETHING ABOUT IT!

it’s not as if i am busting my butt to lose weight….eating right and exercising regularly; it that were the case, and i still wasn’t losing, then I’d have a right to be upset.

but sitting on the couch every afternoon binging on Netflix—I LOVE NETFLIX—while eating chocolate and any other junk i can get my hands on, isn’t helping me AT ALL.

D35ADFC3-FAE1-42C2-9224-799EFDA01E4BAnd so, it’s time to get serious.

it’s time to stop whining and start working.

Rather than trying a bunch of new weight loss programs and making a bunch of rules for myself, I’m going back to what i know works for me…Weight Watchers.

i lost 40 pounds on Weight Watchers about 10 years ago, so i know it works for me.

I found a great app called iTrackBites that basically mimics WW, and it offers three different plans.  I’m going with the Classic plan, which follows the old WW Points plan, which i used and loved when i lost the 40 pounds.  I never felt restricted, and loved knowing that I had “flex points” that I could use throughout the week, or save them up for one big treat/meal.

I’m not going to make a bunch of rules for myself, such as, “I’m completely cutting out___”, because that totally sets me up for failure.

No.  I’m simply going to take it one day at a time, and work hard to stay within my Points at least six out of seven days each week.  I figured out last time i did WW that as long as I stayed within my Points at least 6/7 days each week, I could still successfully lose weight.  This way, I have a bit of freedom and don’t feel restricted.  Granted, I know I can’t go hog wild and eat three days worth of calories on that day off, and then cry when the scale doesn’t budge.

I’m thinking maybe I’ll try and post about my progress here on the blog as a way of accountability.  Maybe.

So that’s my plan.

** Have you lost weight using Weight Watchers?  I’d love to hear your weightloss stories, so please share in the comments!  Happy Saturday!


Christmas meanderings…

0D22482A-5A30-4742-896E-C8D5B71E5F3EEvery year, Christmas seems to come and go, leaving me breathless and wondering how the time went by so quickly.

and no matter how hard i try to plan ahead, i still find myself scrambling a few days before Christmas, allowing anxiety to slip in just enough that it threatens to rob me of the sweet joys of Christmas.

i feel like i handled things a bit better this year—when i felt the old familiar anxieties  start to flair up, I simply reminded myself to relax and do what i can, accepting the reality that the most important things will get done and the rest can be let go.

it’s actually quite crazy the things that I allow myself to get worried about; i mean, quite frankly, who really cares if we have five different types of Christmas goodies rather than eight?

5BDB62B4-B991-4988-8B3E-5F60B43BEAF3All in all, we had a wonderful, relaxing Christmas, and thankfully, we were all healthy!

i messed up on both the breakfast and lunch menus, but my family was very gracious and no one went without eating.

we ended the day by going to see the movie, The Greatest Showman.  I’m telling you, if you haven’t seen this movie, you have to go see it!  It’s phenominal!  And to be honest, when my seventeen year-old daughter told me about it, I didn’t expect to like it.  But it made me smile and it made me cry, and i can’t recommend it highly enough.

BFBAD609-DA52-449B-A80D-B5AC10D0ECFFOf course, the day didn’t go by without me thinking about our adult daughter.  It’s hard to think that she’s out there somewhere, and i have no idea if she’s ok.  I find myself wondering if she’s safe, or if she’s even alive, for that matter.  And i cant help but remember the years when she was an innocent, sweet child who made us smile by just entering the room.

i’ve come to accept that this is our reality.  And i realize that there’s a possibility that we may never see her again.  Or that she may die as a result of the dangerous choices that she makes.

Sometimes i think i’d give anything just to hug her and pretend that our lives didn’t turn out the way they did.  But the reality is that she made her choice,and i can’t do anything about it.

and as painful as these past six years have been, I wouldn’t trade what God has done in my life, as well as in my husband and younger four kids.

He truly has made beauty out of the ashes.


brokenness redefined….

E4B94B24-DD4D-413C-AEE7-62CD8BFCAAE7This is my third blog.

I started my first blog almost ten years ago, and it quickly became a journal of my nine-year journey through Early-onset Alzheimer’s with my dad.

it was a safe haven, a place where I could be real and write from my heart.

so often during those painful years, readers would leave comments on my blog, thanking me for being real and sharing with me their own struggles.

God used those comments to bring healing to me, showing me that there was a purpose for my pain.

After my dad’s death just over six years ago, I started my second blog.

I was ready for something new, and I had planned to talk about every day life, and moving on through grief.

little did i know, my life was about to be turned upside down, and shaken to the very core.

three months after my dad died, our oldest daughter—18 years old at the time—walked out on our family.

her leaving took us completely by surprise, especially since she was only halfway through her senior year; she had no job, no car, and nowhere to live.

That decision was only the first of many devastating decisions that she made in the months and years following.

I’m not kidding when I say that we’ve been to hell and back with her; her making one bad choice after another, and us cleaning up after her as well as trying to deal with our grief over all that was happening.

At this point and time, we haven’t heard from her in almost a year and a half, and we haven’t actually seen her in over three years.

not exactly the relationship I had dreamed of having with any of my kids, but God has been faithful and kind to grow me through this, and I’m stronger because of it.

so that brings me to this blog….

as you can imagine, walking through these past six years has been devastating, and I’ve known brokenness in ways I never imagined.

but through the brokenness, I have also experienced a love so fierce that I’ve never once doubted God’s faithfulness along the way.

God has shown up for me each and every time a new crisis has arose.

just this past week as i was reflecting on God’s faithfulness to me and my family over the years, it occurred to me that though i am broken, I have come to see my brokenness as a sweet gift from God.

before you think I’m too crazy—which maybe you already do—hear me out.

you see, it’s in this place of brokenness where I’ve learned to lean on Jesus and not on my own strength to get through the hard.

it’s also in this place of brokenness where I’ve been able to surrender control over to God and not feel as though it’s MY job to fix my kids.

Brokenness has also brought me to a place where I’m filled with compassion for parents with troubled teens.  I’m ashamed to say that before we walked this road with our daughter, i was one of those moms who would look at rebellious teens and shake my head as i would say, “ those people really need to get a grip on their kids.”  I’m sure i judged even more harshly than that at times, but not anymore.  We parents need each other, and there’s no room for judgment.

Webster’s dictionary describes brokenness in this way: Violently separated into parts; shattered, damaged, or altered by or as if by breaking.

my definition would be:  brokenness – God’s tender way of stripping away the layers in order to make me more like Him.

thus the name of this blog…Brokenness Redefined.