My Scars Are Beautiful

My Scars Are Beautiful

I have scars… I have terrible scars. I have lived embarrassed by them, and ashamed of their presence. So, they became my secret… my private shame. Not only did I hate them, they were also painful reminders of my childhood, the surgeries, and the sneers. As a young...

The First Scar

Breath fills her lungs, as the warmth of the sun touches her cheeks and shoulders… For she is beautiful. Her skin is soft and flawless. She opens her eyes as brightness overwhelms her. Because before her is God Himself, with His hand reached out to her. He gently...
Counting -by Elizabeth Stember

Counting -by Elizabeth Stember

Counting ​​​​​… In two days, you will have been gone from my life for 8 long years. I’m not sure when I became aware that I was counting, was it once I knew summer was almost over and fall would be here? All I know is I began counting each day as I sat at my...