Ho! Every one that thirsts! Come to the waters . . . Drink!
New Year’s Resolution #2,019: Drink more water.
Have you ever noticed that you can systematically drink less and less water, way less than your body needs, without feeling thirsty? Counterintuitive, I know. But that thirst mechanism behind your throat sort of atrophies or something. Continue reading “Thirsty yet?”
Six years ago when I first began to learn about extreme abuse, when I was first introduced to dissociative identity disorder as something more than a movie plot, when I began to dip my toe into a world of darkness beyond what I had previously ever comprehended, I eventually (after months) asked the Lord—complained to the Lord, actually—“Lord, why is it you want me to learn about this awful stuff? I don’t know any of these people!”
Back in the old days, before I entered the controversy, my blog was a devotional blog. This is one I posted on our son and daughter-in-law’s wedding day, and it’s my joy to repost it now for their sixth anniversary.
Thirty years ago this month, my first book was published.
I was thirty years old.
An astute observer might notice that was half my life ago.
These days when those who’ve been abused in a Christian context connect with me, it’s not uncommon for me to hear, “Are you the same Rebecca Davis who wrote With Daring Faith? We read that in our homeschool.”
Back when Tim and I were dating, in the long-ago days when rock music had a electronic disco sound but I didn’t know that because I never even listened to Michael Jackson, we played a lot of table games together.