One of My Favorite Posts

"Where were You when sin stole my innocence?"

It is a question survivors of sexual abuse, who wrestle with God, ask at one point or another.

It is a good question. It is a valid question.

And Jesus can handle our questions.

A survivor friend of mine gave me the following link to a song she likes. She wrote:

Carolyn: The line in this song "Where were You when sin stole my innocence?" stabs me in the heart every time because I think there is still a part of me that asks that question about my abuse. But I love that there is an answer...not just that He was on the cross but that He was there in all of my suffering, in my doubt, and my shame. Love it! So powerful!!!!

"You Were on the Cross" by Matt Maher http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=kNo15lFMAwo

Keep asking the question, my friend; Jesus is a gentle healer. And thanks for sharing the answer you’ve found.




Why is this one of my favorite posts? It asks a hard question. It offers an honest answer from a survivor's struggle to heal. And during this season of the year, it leads this writer's heart to wrestle with a question: Why would the God of the universe come to earth in a lowly manger to die on a rugged cross?

To heal. To heal me and people like me. I like that . . . I like that a lot.

No Words, Old Words, New Words

Today I write my one-hundredth blog post. I decided to read over my past posts in preparation and was amazed that I had to read far beyond my titles to remember what I’d written over the past two years. I guess seven kids and life will do that to a writer.


As I write, Michael Bublѐ croons Christmas songs in the background, the dog is enjoying a sunbath by the glass door leading to my deck, and the cat is taking his morning nap curled up on my laptop case next to my computer. And I contemplate what to write. No words come.

My writer friend and mentor, Jane, the one who told me I was a writer and lured me into her mini-van, palms sweating, heart racing, all the way to a writer’s conference several years ago, once gave me this bit of wisdom: Write when you have words, when you don’t—don’t write. Now, I’ve since met many authors and read various books on writing. I know there are those who would disagree with Jane’s wisdom. But I don’t.

So on this day when I don’t have words, I welcome you to click below on a blog post from the past. And if you’re like me, you’ll have to read far beyond the title to remember what I said.



Rich blessings to you and yours during this wonderful season of advent. A new year is coming, and with it, some exciting news, with many words, from Tamar’s Redemption.