
The Halloween Fairy
My child’s face mirrored mine. I looked into my heavenly Dad’s face and saw his eyes shining delight. He dried my tears and held my aching heart.
My child’s face mirrored mine. I looked into my heavenly Dad’s face and saw his eyes shining delight. He dried my tears and held my aching heart.
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My eyes opened abruptly to darkness. I checked the time, 5:30 am. Excellent, I hadn’t missed it. Hoping not to awaken my husband, l quietly pulled back the blackout curtains of our hotel room, opened the windows, and rearranged the chairs until I was satisfied that my view was just right.
“She’s just a useless piece of crap!” These words have echoed in my headspace. No matter how I tried to shake them off, they stuck to my psyche like a sticky price tag. They determined my worth. Though the words peeled off, the sticky residue refused to unstick.
I lay on the green fleece blanket covering my white duvet. The breeze blowing through the window relieved the African afternoon heat. Looking up at the mosquito net tied in a knot above my bed, I tried again to untangle the mess of thoughts racing through my head.
photo by Lorna Rande
Hi, I’m Katherine. This blog is my story of freedom from fear. It’s the story of grace to embrace my design, and I hope it will be a gift of grace to embrace your design, to move forward in your story, to be who God dreamed of, when he sculpted you.