Author: Carly Webber

Brick by brick I've been building a wall. Protecting myself from all the pain. Lied to. Brick. Betrayed. Brick. Abandoned. Brick. Scripture misused against me. Brick. Lies told about me. Brick. The Bible, used to keep me in my place. Brick. Church people, who don't know what to do with my messy story. Brick. And … Continue reading When God and the Church Let You Down {Abuse, Abandonment, & Adultery}

• He chose her. He chose her to steward a story. A story of shame. A story of misunderstanding. A story of accusation. A story she didn’t plan to live. A story of humility. When the baby began growing in her belly no one knew. She knew. An angel told her. Joseph, Elizabeth, just a … Continue reading The Humility of Mary

A few months back we lost our sweet little doggy. It's no where near the hardest thing I've been through but I took this one hard. So, of course, I wrote about it and it's taken me until now to be able to post those words. And since then we've added a new furry, fluff … Continue reading The Grief Of Losing A Pet {Divorce, Special Needs Parenting, & All The Hard Things}

I hate the word. I'd rather not say it. When I hear it fall out of my mouth it feels as though someone else is talking. Seven years and it's still hard for me to say it out loud. To type those letters. DIVORCE. Such an ugly word. It carries such a heavy weight. Particularly, … Continue reading Divorcee Manifesto

Dear Old People, yes old people. We love you. We want you. We need you. And by old people I mean people older than me. People older than you. People younger than me, who are older than someone. Anyone, older than someone else. There is just something about a person who has been there before, … Continue reading Dear Old People; We Need You {From a Divorced, Special Needs Parent}

I’m running. Running, and I can’t stop. My body is screaming but my heart won’t let me stop. I can’t breathe. Can’t catch a single breath. Heart racing. Sweat running down my brow. If I stop then I’ll feel it. The weight in my chest. The shortness of my breath. I’ll feel it all. It … Continue reading To the Person Doing the Same Hard Thing Over and Over

Tears streamed down her face. It was some sort of award or honor day at the church meeting. I don't really remember what the awards were for or why we were even doing that in the first place but there we were. They called the names of a family who'd just adopted a sweet baby … Continue reading Waiting for a Bow {Because Some Stories Don’t Have a Pretty Ending}