Driving to church to find my mentor. Crying deliriously. Trying to keep from...– by InverseDream
I really didn’t want to be here. It was my first day off since my car “exploded in my face.” The airbags at least. I hadn’t slowed down enough to get the blood pressure relaxed or quench the “fight or flight” adrenaline that kept squirting into my veins. And I was sitting outside the church offices asking for help with money. I really didn’t want...
The Energy-Efficient/Lazy Girl's Guide to Pasta
Information you Need to Endure #FirstWorldPains Spaghetti - I am your basic boring pasta. Cook me when you have no imagination. Angel Hair - I am the ultimate lazy girl’s gourmet pasta. Dip me in and I’m done! Don’t expect me to crawl onto your fork for you though; I’m still high-maintenance and like a photo-shoot before enduring consumption. Linguine - I’m the...
#Thought dirty stuff while driving home; Feel like I need a brainwashing....– by InverseDream
Clean Conscience. Clean Teeth. Both are time-consuming, expensive, requiring...– by InverseDream
Frustration turning into Retardation
I was going to write a lovely post about music. Or grace. Or hearts set on fire for Jesus. I was going to upload a vlog with video from the Stadium Easter Service. But no … they’re going to have to wait. I needed the nap. Yeah, a nap. Even making peace with the event, car accidents are exhausting. It’s my second of three days off this week and I just want my hibernation...
Live in the present, Mindful of Eternity. #thought– by InverseDream
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The Richest Pauper
I’m looking for my Pauper in a dark and dreary land. He has no place to rest, His feet covered in sand. He’s nothing for himself but everything to give, He didn’t come to condemn He counts sins in a sieve. He owns the whole world but He hasn’t a bed; No title or position but they want Him dead. If Caesar was before Him He would not be impressed, It was...
I write & vlog Otherwise my brain gets Clogged. Printed pressures on the...
The Narrative of the Car Accident
For the people who’ve met one too many airbags, I’m sharing my story. Thank God there was no broken bones or oncoming traffic. I could be attempting to fold clothes with a cast arm. I could be comatose in the hospital, white as oreo icing squished between two cookies. I don’t know why God allowed this to happen. I don’t know who He is going to comfort by my experiencing...
The Flashback Week from Hell
Anorexia with a side of Meatballs. Incompetence & Insomnia. Angst & Anxiety. Car Accidents with Airbags. Mold Allergies & Misunderstandings. It was all there. Every struggle from my four years of crushing (excluding heartbreak). There’s no way for me to summarize what each of those words represents. And I experienced it all in seven days. The darkness tried to convince...