*Written by Richard Thackston My first memory of my mother isn’t really a memory at all. It’s more of a fragmented, dream-like outline, shaded and color-washed by the stories of others. I have never been sure which sounds and images are my own and which belong to someone else, mere byproducts of hearing the story … Continue reading My Mother Tried to Shoot Me
God’s been speaking to me a lot lately in the bathroom. I know that sounds weird. It kinda is. It’s usually in the middle of my nightly routine of washing my face or brushing my teeth. When you live in a house with six other people, it’s moments alone (which are most likely in the … Continue reading Bathroom Walls
I had never quite known distress until I cut my first onion. The innocent act of attempting to make a burrito bowl was sabotaged when the essence of onion drifted up to attack my eyes. Suddenly, I was completely undone. I couldn’t see. Tears came unbidden to my eyes. Forget the burrito bowl. I was going … Continue reading Perspective
We danced. Together, in the sun rays. It came in perfectly through the giant front window, the potted plants reaching up further in their bends & twists to get a kiss from the warmth. I stood in front of the windowsill, staring out at the bleak buildings across the street, but cocooned in beautiful, protective … Continue reading Doubt Has a Darth Vader Grip
Hi, my name is Kirsten and I am a Netflix Addict. I am notoriously lazy when left to my own devices. I have been known to classify my bed as an idol. My deepest human desire is to stay in bed and do nothing all day. So this Saturday when I looked outside and saw … Continue reading Confessions of a Netflix Addict
“I need to thank you for saying ‘no’ to me.” How often do you thank people for rejection? If you’re like me, I’m assuming never. Rejection is not something we thank people for. No one likes rejection, giving it or getting it. Being turned down, whether for a job or a date or anything else, … Continue reading Thank You for Your Rejection
Have you ever found yourself talking about a person who wronged you, just so others will respond incredulously? That response of “I can’t believe it!” or “No, he didn’t!” justifies a sense of self-righteous anger and bitterness. Bitterness might be one of the easiest emotions to give in to. Especially since, in most cases, bitterness … Continue reading Battling the Bitterness
Part of being a human is realizing more and more how much you need God. I don’t know about you, but the older I get the more I realize just how flawed I am. This morning I am struggling to trust in God’s provision for this next season of my life. I know that God … Continue reading Pursued.
Once upon a time there was a girl named Ruth Wilson. She found her identity in being a hot mess… and constantly claimed to have a lot of sin in her heart… and lived entangled in heavy chains. Not only did she find her identity in those things but she spoke them over her life … Continue reading From Hot Mess… To Free.
Troubles are chasing me again. Tearing down my strong defense. I’m still alive. But I’m barely breathing. Close to breaking, wishing I just would already. I’m finding myself back in South Carolina to see a doctor, yet again. I thought this was all over. I thought I was finally getting close to full health again. … Continue reading Walking On Water