My heart beat to the sound of a metronome as I played a Chopin waltz. The rushing of the water from the shower sounded like a stream would during snow melt season. My husband, Fred, stepped out of the shower. It was my birthday, but I cared only about Fred
Thank you, Pastor Kevin for granting this interview. J. Kevin Butcher wrote Choose and Choose Again: The Brave Act of Returning God’s Love, a beautiful book that I reviewed here http://sylviaronnau.net/a-book-review-of-choose-and-choose-again-by-j-kevin-butcher/. I would recommend buying the book; grace will pour all over your soul, something we all need these days.
Perfectionism seems to be woven into my genetic code: Firstborn. Responsible. Mature. Always striving. Never satisfied. Perfectionism patted me on the head when I was praised for being a good girl, so grown up for my age. Perfectionism lured me with its promise of control, as a five-year-old struggling after
Darkness seeped into the windowsill with lights projecting onto the wall, dancing in the shadows. My knees enveloped my Bible, hands clenched, face with sobbing, guttural tears stuck to its pages. Alone. Quiet. Despondent beyond understanding. Sleep eluded me last night with sobs, broken, shattered sobs from the deepest part