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'God'Sip & Tea

Sip the Tea and Find the truth

#GirlsInTheWilderness

  • The Dignity We Carry (When the World Offers None)

    ​There is a specific kind of exhaustion that comes with being “unclean.” It isn’t just about the dirt or the sweat; it’s about the heavy, soul-deep degradation of being denied the basic tools of humanity. ​For many, a hot shower or a box of period supplies is a given. For me, during the years I… Read more

  • The Theology of the Runaway:

    ​From the Wilderness to the Remnant ​Pull up a chair and take a sip. We need to talk about a story we think we know, but through a lens most are too afraid to use. We often discuss the twelve-year-old boy in the Temple (Luke 2) as a perfect Sunday school lesson. We focus on… Read more

  • The Ghost on the Sidewalk:

    When “Home” is a Disappearing Act ​There is a specific kind of silence that comes with a heavy snowfall on Christmas Eve. It’s a suffocating, frozen silence that feels like the world has turned its back on you. At thirteen years old, I wasn’t waiting for the magic of the morning. I was a ghost… Read more

  • Thanksgiving: The Wilderness I Chose Over the Cage

    Thanksgiving. We are conditioned to picture warmth, a huge table, and the secure presence of family. But for some of us, that image is a cruel joke. For a broken, abused child, seeking comfort and restoration, the holiday only serves to illuminate the deepest, most painful truth: I had to run away from the place… Read more

  • My Truth:

    ​When “Unwanted” Becomes God’s Chosen ​There are some things in life you just can’t unsee, unfeel, or unlearn. For a long time, I carried the deep, bone-weary weight of being unwanted. Not just disliked, but genuinely, physically, and mentally hated by my own mother. ​The sheer volume of cruelty when I was little was so… Read more

  • My Act of Self-Grace

    What do you enjoy most about writing? For me, writing wasn’t just a passion; it was my salvation. I remember the times my mother would beat me and the days I went hungry. In those moments, I would eat the words on pages to feed my mind and regurgitate them to express myself. Writing became… Read more

  • From “Menace” to Restored: My Journey to Redemption

    The world had a lot to say about me. They wrote me off, gave me labels, and decided my future for me.My story began with a foundation of pain. At nine years old, I was abused by my family. By twelve, my own mother beat me and threw me out, leaving me to face the… Read more

  • Girls in the ‘Wild’erness: A Journey into My Past, and A Message for the Future

    I know what it’s like to be a girl in the wilderness.Not the kind of wilderness you read about in novels, but the real, raw kind. The kind I entered at twelve years old, when I ran away from an abusive, drug-addicted mother. My world became the streets, a desperate fight for survival that lasted… Read more