Discover Divine Purpose in the Passions

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Mission EDIFY is a grassroots ministry of reconciliation for adults suffering the impact of abuse, exploitation; grievous loss and betrayal.

United in charity, let us strive to

Enlighten faith communities to the unspoken needs of the traumatized.
Defend human dignity.
Initiate the discovery of divine purpose in "the passions" (St. Aquinas).
Foster daily conversion.
Yield to mercy--with justice. has moved--with a new name to boot!

"And you shall be called by a new name that the mouth of the Lord will give" (Isaiah 62:2b).

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Thursday, February 14, 2013 6:24 AM

Why I'm Not a Fan of Valentine's Day- Part 2

Thursday, February 14, 2013 6:24 AM
Thursday, February 14, 2013 6:24 AM

Valentine's Day. If your heart is broken. I lit a candle for you this morning. I prayed for your healing and restoration. I also prayed God's gift to you today would be a smile. A giggle. A belly laugh with a friend--even in the midst of sorrow.

Here's my "Hallmark" card to you:

You are valued. You are beautiful. You are strong. You are capable. You are a daughter of the Most High, and He love, love, loves you. You are my beloved sister. I'm so sorry for what you're going through. You are not alone. 

And now, as promised, three highly inappropriate homemade Valentine's Day cards:


1) For Your Eyes Only. (An intimate message for the man who's addicted to porn):

I'm sorry about the fight we had a week before Valentines Day. If we hadn't fought, I would've bought a card that expresses my eternal love for you. But we did fight. You apologized, but then minimized the circumstances. And I don't know what we're supposed to do next. I feel so very unloved by you.

P.S. I bought myself a heart-shaped box of chocolates.


2.) Tailor-made for the "twelve-stepper" who re-established his sobriety date January 2. (After crashing the birthday of our Lord and Savior.)

I love you. Truly. I do. But if you ask me, six weeks isn't enough time for a girl to regain "that lovin' feelin'" after your splendid display of active addiction on Christmas Day.

P.S. I bought myself a heart-shaped box of chocolates.


3.) For that special someone who recently "strayed."

Happy. Valentine's. Day. In light of your betrayal, I've placed my ability to emotionally detach on autopilot. Consider it a testament of my love that you still walk amongst the living.

P.S. I bought myself the ingredients for Godiva chocolate martinis.


I should wrap with a Bible verse so I don't go to hell for my blatant use of the very sarcasm my pastor admonishes. 

Even in laughter the heart may ache, and the end of joy may be grief.

(Proverbs 14:13) 


Tuesday, February 12, 2013 12:13 PM

Why I'm Not a Fan of Valentine's Day- Part 1

Tuesday, February 12, 2013 12:13 PM
Tuesday, February 12, 2013 12:13 PM

I'm not a fan of Valentine's Day. Not in the traditional sense. I have an insatiable desire to validate the brokenhearted. I light a candle each morning to acknowledge those who suffer and offer thanks for the hope we all have in Christ. 

A Hallmark commercial recently boasted "We have a card for every occasion." Every occasion? I wonder.

What if you could purchase a card that speaks to the other side of Valentine's Day--like chocolate, sometimes it's dark.

Some circumstances crash up against you like violent ocean waves against stone walls. Some folks fear they will drown in the depths of their pain. I know. Fortunately, I'm blessed to have girlfriends with twisted senses of humor. When a girl's heart has been spectacularly broken, sarcasm is priceless. Sarcasm is underrated if you ask me. (For the record, no one's asked me.) My apologies to my pastor, who says Christians should avoid sarcastic remarks.

With all sincerity, sometimes inappropriate laughter is what's needed to get a girl breathing again . . . to know she's not alone.

Just the other day I called a friend whose shoulder I needed to lean upon. She listened to my spiel, then asked, "Wendy, what will tonight look like for you? What are your plans?"

"I don't know, but I'm sure it will involve hard liquor and the book of Psalms."

(We laughed out loud.) I didn't "drink." Come to think of it, I didn't even open my Bible. Rather, I talked to God the way I always do. I offered an honest confession of how I feel. Open to His tender reach. Safe in His embrace. Content with the absence of immediate answers to the tearful questions I pose.

So, this Valentine's Day I will pay homage to the brokenhearted by posting three highly inappropriate pretend cards. If you're easily offended, you have three options: (1) Don't read my blog that day, (2) Read my blog, then pray for my twisted soul, or (3) Complain about me to three friends. Start with something like, "I know this girl who really needs our prayers."

Disclaimer: If you do not see the humor in this, may I suggest something conservative? Check out the devotional Jesus Calling.

Relax. I don't have anything against Sarah Young. I happen to own a copy of Jesus Calling. It has a leather cover.

To be continued Valentine's Day.








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