I haven’t really been talking about how Jesus changed me based on stories from my life. Sorry. I told y’all C-PTSD is complicated. Some days I cant even think about it. But then? I remember that time….there was that time i was a bully. Man. I haven’t thought about this in forever. But in high […]
Tag: my story
Believer
I am a believer. I am loud. I am not perfect. I am no where near being where God wants me. But I try. I believe. I put my belief in God. I believe that God sent His son Jesus to die for me and I accepted Him into my heart. I fail. Oh boy […]
Spoonie
I am a spoonie. What does that mean? Well, its a term meaning someone who suffers from a chronic illness. I suffer from several. Doesnt matter what or whatever but what matters is how God uses it right? Well, as someone who is going through it? I never see an end. I remember the first […]
I am loud
Or at least I used to be. Maybe. I’m not sure. Let’s not ask my husband or kids. Growing up I was always told I was loud. “Why are you being loud JESSICA!?” Now? I mumble and speak quietly. Mostly. Again … let’s not ask my husband or kids about that. Moving on. That shaped […]
the room
She took a deep breath and just sighed. ‘Jesus I cant do this alone. Help me Lord please’ Her husband put his hand at the small of her back. “Come on babe. Time to go” They walked to the car in silence. Fear gripping both their hearts. Both silently praying. The drive was just as […]
How do you know God is real?
I’ve been asked this several times. “Jess you have been through hell and back. The worst things have happened to you (don’t worry we’ll get there)….how can you still say God is real?” Fair question right? But I’ll tell ya how I now know. My parents were driving us home from my grandmas house when […]
No memory
As an adult? Yeah my memory sucks majorly yall. Man I miss my brain. Probably because of the abuse, but I don’t remember most of my childhood. I don’t remember the good, I get flashes here and there but I don’t remember much. I remember the bad, I remember constantly being afraid – funny how […]