How Fearing God Takes The Fear Out Of Everything Else

Making the appointment felt like a death sentence. Admitting my shaky sensitivities to, of all people, a psychiatrist. An untrustworthy, over-confident, judgmental, intellectual. He was going to tell me how hopeless I was. Look at me like a weak old woman. Send me out limping on both hips. Feeling worse than when I went in….

If I Perish, I Perish!

I am stuck in an identity crisis. Stuck between who I was told I am, what society tells me I am, who I want to be, and who I was created to be. Esther had the same problem. She was an orphan. Her uncle, Mordecai, took her as his own daughter. She did what she…