Five Minute Friday: Worth

When I was a teen, I used the bathroom as a hiding place when things got too intense.

I hid there on dates. I hid there at prom. I hid there almost every night family stuff got too heavy.

In the bathroom, I struggled with my identity. My head knowledge told me I was a child of God. But my broken heart told me I wasn’t worth very much.

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12 Days of Christmas Memories: Child of Divorce

xmas 1985
One of my favorite Christmas presents, circa 1985

Daddy’s car died on that freezing winter day as we headed to the first Christmas in his new house.

He said we’d have to walk the rest of the way.  I was frightened, afraid to fall on the ice.  He carried my sister but couldn’t carry me and stay balanced.  He took my hand and we began walking, watching every step. 

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