Steve

For there is no faithfulness in their mouth;

their inward part is very wickedness;

their throat is an open sepulchre;

they flatter with their tongue.      Psa 5:9

Steve

Please Recover

Recovery

In the wilderness

overcome by your circumstances.

Do not disparage,

help is on the way.

Black Box

The pain is great.

The shame is a black box that is not mine any longer.

Prayer for the Holidays

LORD, please help us all through this time of the year when pains of our past are relentless. 

You love us all just as we are and please remind us that we do not need to be perfect. 

The Memory

I am nine years old. We go as a family to an island in the Gulf of Mexico off the coast of Siesta Key, Sarasota, Florida.  Where I grew up.

I am woken up in our tent, my sister's tent. My father carries me to Steve and Diane's tent. They are the married couple that have come along the camping trip with us on.

They are sleeping as I lie down next to Diane. She was always the nicer of the two; she acted like the mother I couldn't have. I snuggle up a bit and start to fall asleep.

I wake up and Steve is on top of me while Diane is behind me holding onto my arms. I am kicking so hard. I aim for his weapon. I give him more.

Now I am passed out waking up and I slowly walk back to our tent, my sister's tent.

I do not get out of my tent for a long time. I am really sore and I am so tired.

I have my bathing suit on with the longest t-shirt I can find. I make it to the water safely.

Diane is there watching me and the girls. I am in the water all day.

Real Pain

The tender age of nine

astonished,  abashed,  amazed

    abused.


But You say that You were there too

    weeping for your child.

Battlefield

I will not back down from the

process of healing.

Shine a light into all our regrets.