Resurrection Sunday was this past week. Hanging in the balance of life and death causes one to view this day a little differently. Being in the work of recovery changes the weight of the sacrifice because the significance of selfless love has a new meaning. For over 2 years now I have seen women show up at the front door a shell of a person. I've seen the weight of their pain, shame, and circumstances cloaked over shoulders unable to shrug them off. I've stared at walls as high as skyscrapers...

Have you ever been invited to a dance? Or more specifically asked to dance? (I know it might seem like I asked the same question twice, but its two seperate questions, I promise.) If you can't say yes to both of those questions, I have a feeling you can probably say yes to one of them. Being invited to a glamourous event that requires all of the works-hair, makeup, a fancy dress and hopefully a grand and show stopping entrance. Getting ready is somewhat the easy part, its the preparation...

Today marks 2 years that I have been living in Virginia. My entire day was planned out and I was excited, to have Chipotle with a couple of friends. And then 4:10am happened. Fire alarms went off and the morning ended with me standing in about 4 inches of water in my entire apartment. Thankfully, no one was injured and my stuff wasn't damaged, but when I tell you that it derailed my day, it derailed my day. I took off work with the hopes of being able to wallow in my feelings, however...