After a day of bright pink lipstick, I think some muted tones are in order.
I cannot write of the pain of enduring a miscarriage; but I can write of how we have not done right by the mothers who have endured such tragedy.
This is the society we have created. I have to pretend I’m not different from men, because we have placed men as the standard to meet.
Women, sex, and the church. Christian leaders have not equipped their young women for lives of discipleship and purity, and so have left them to be defined as women in a culture of lust and impurity.
80 days ago, Aiia Maasarwe was catching a tram home.
Yesterday, I wore a dress.
41 days ago, I spent an entire night crying out to God in bitterness and anguish.
Tonight, I should be writing an essay on prayer.
"I experienced the depths of grief and despair over the death of a girl I had never known." --- This piece was both a reflection of how I had been affected by the horrific tragedy and a desperate plea from an utterly broken heart.