Posted by A guest blog from one of Grit Into Grace’s family members, “Em” I wanted to say thank you to everyone who supports Grit Into Grace through prayer or with a one-time or monthly gift of money. I’ve been going to the Dream House for a month. I can tell you it has already changed my…Read more »
Posted by Pieces. Scattered pieces. Missing pieces. Shattered, broken, tiny pieces. Wisps of pieces, swirling pieces, haunting pieces. I’m in pieces. I was whole when I fell asleep. Years of brokenness had come before, but so had healing. Nightmares from my past would disappear with the dawn, and I would wake knowing exactly who I was in…Read more »
Posted by A letter to my little girl self… Dear Little Stefanie, Your mom calls you T.H.E. Bean and Sunshine Girl. Your sister calls you Scooter. Your hair is white and usually an untamed mess; you don’t have time for things like hair. There is a creek full of minnows in your back yard to be…Read more »
Posted by Her childhood likely didn’t look like yours or like mine. While I was outside riding my bike in the South Carolina sun, she was staring blankly out her bedroom window as her uncle slid into her bed. I was standing at the bus stop as a new school day began while she was staying home…Read more »
Posted by Track – An area of town known for prostitution I am writing this in response to going out on street outreach to meet with women working in prostitution. It has taken me three days to begin to process all that I saw and be able to get some of it out on paper. It was…Read more »
Posted by Used. Betrayed. Manipulated. Discarded. Sold. I am not alone. It started with one dollar. A quick dance that took seconds was merely a sampling of what could be. The dollar wasn’t the goal. It was the hook…for him and for me. If he decided I was worth more, we would move to a more private room…Read more »
Posted by I REMEMBER YOU. You weren’t who I expected you to be. I had never been inside a strip club before I met you. You were beautiful, of course. You were talented. You would have to be to dance and work the pole, while making it all look graceful and effortless. The costumes you wore were sexy,…Read more »
Posted by For a dance…for a song…for how long? NO LONGER NECESSARY. These words were spoken over me recently. It was said that, though my story and my knowledge had once paved a way for others, I was no longer necessary in a particular arena. On the surface, this may be true. Life goes on. My presence…Read more »
Posted by THIS WAS THE FIGHT THAT ENDED EVERYTHING. I was standing between the couch and the coffee table, and he was in the middle of the small family room. Even our positioning demonstrated that he was the one who was powerful. We were yelling, though I can’t remember now about what, and he was leaving. Maybe…Read more »
Sex, Lies, and Jesus 