Empty promises
Neglect
Their Words and actions became her identity
The lapses / their judgments’
Their denial / her fault
Ache
Dread
So heavy it pulls down like an angry brick
Feelings aren’t allowed
They expose truth
To leave would mean death
Death of something already decayed
To grieve something that never was
Is to surrender to Him
To The One who knows
How to catch tears that fall from brokenness
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 
I would love to hear what you have to say and to get to know you better. I am glad you found me and stopped by to say hi. Please be respectful if you disagree. Otherwise my minions will find you :)