Loss
The heaviness
Grief
The weight of it
Stripped naked
Shamed
To the core
Hope
From a scandalous place
A God-man
Stripped naked
Shamed
Just like me
Nailed to the Cross
My loss
Became His loss
Tears shed
Blood Shed
His sacrifice
Hope rises up
Beauty out of shame
As Always,
Bethany
Recovering from extremism
"Let me live, love and say it well in good sentences." - Sylvia Plath
Words fail, but sometimes I try
Living day by day the best I can
Making sense of the madness
It's hard being a teenager, especially when you're 30
Little things matter. Along the way you discover they weren't so little after all.
i may appear ordinary, but i assure you, i am on my way to becoming something absolutely magnificent.
Shalom in the City
living in the upside-down kingdom
An ongoing exploration of faith, culture, myth, life, art. An advocate for all who are trapped in nightmares.
alight, spirit
simple thoughts on scripture... and other stuff.
Every butterfly has a story to share. This is mine.
lipstick, sacraments, espresso, & grace. not necessarily in that order.
thinking + motherhood = feminist
Caffeine - my anti-dru...oh...wait...
Bethany G. Paget 
July 7, 2013 at 3:03 pm
Beautiful, Bethany, just beautiful.
July 7, 2013 at 3:32 pm
I love this. Full of hope and Christ-beside-me. Comforting.
July 8, 2013 at 8:31 am
Thank you Natalie. I was really afraid to post it. I don’t write things like that ever and that came from a really deep place. Your words mean a lot 🙂