Empty - It describes something, it's an action, and it's a thing. Boy, is it a thing. I have a lot of Empty's in my life. We all do. Intended or not, the majority of humanity has at least one Empty. Or, is afraid of one. It seems that a lot of fear is wrapped … Continue reading Empty Spaces
(This post is for a friend. What you do, matters.) All I was doing was the laundry. It was a normal day. Got up. Made bed. Popped in a load. But, on this normal morning, I glanced over my left shoulder and I saw the most beautiful, most hopeful thing that I had in a while. . . … Continue reading Sowing Seeds: A Word for the Forgetful
It was 2am and I was sobbing. The first part of March had been brutal for our family. Sickness had erupted. Nearly everything on the schedule had been cancelled. Saturday came and I thought we had made it through. We bared our weak arms and bowed our heads to disinfect, scrub, vacuum, and steam clean every … Continue reading When Faith Looks Like a Messy Bun – Thoughts on Trusting God
Three sessions in and I panicked. Things were going well. Good questions were being asked, validation given, truth was being shared. But, towards the end of each consultation, my inner child would get fidgety. Eyes darting, hands wringing. Internally, I was terrified. Please don't say it. Please don't say it. Don't tell me I'm doing well. Don't … Continue reading Don’t Tell Me I’m Doing Well: The Cry of the Stumbling Woman
This is an old post but one that still speaks: No matter the circumstances, nothing can change the the truth. I echo again, “Live the facts. The effects . . . are only days away.”
Spring is here. That fact can’t be changed. The cold makes me laugh. Snow flurries and I stare each other down. Defiantly, I speak, “Your time is limited. You cannot stay. Winter is over, my friends. “
The onset of spring feels more like the first of the year than any January has. When Spring enters, life spills over in an abundance of petals, winds, waters, and colors. Beauty is flung without regard. It is love, pure and unadulterated, independent of our human responses.
In spite of the facts, we believe what we see. On the 19th, I wished everyone I met a happy First Day of Spring. One response captured the mood of most, “At least the sun is shining.” Half hope, half despair. We believe what we feel which is such a dangerous way to live.
I do the same. In my head, I believe that my Father loves me…
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For those of us who grew up in the church, some things are forever fixed in our memories: the creak of the pews, the hymns in our hands, and the lone piano sitting in the corner. Light filtered through the windows and we listened to the truth that first woke us up to the depravity of our sin … Continue reading Hymns, Prayers, and Invitations -An Album Review
This morning, as I was getting ready for the day, my daughter asked me if I was beautiful. Quickly, I replied, “Yes, I think I’m very pretty!” This, for me, was a moment of pure honesty. God has guided me into loving myself. While I could have pointed out my crooked teeth or my weak nails, or given in to a false “humility”, I answered instead with a restored heart. Seeing myself as beautiful gives my girls the ability to see themselves in the same way. I want that for them. I want them to know that it’s okay to like what they see.
This post came to mind. Remember, women, that our girls mirror how we treat ourselves. So, if one of my daughters ask you if you think you’re pretty, please say yes. It will give them the strength to do the same.
Enjoy and I love you.
My daughters are seven and five.
They are brilliant.
And, I don’t mean that they are smarter than most children.
They’re brilliance comes from the inside.
Julia is fun. She’s hilarious! She makes me laugh even when I don’t want to. She works this to her advantage.
Katie is cheeky. She’s smart and snappy. She is incredibly serious about everything that she loves and everything that she doesn’t.
These are my girls.
And, they are headed into a dangerous world.
Culture will tell my daughters that they can have it all. That their happiness will not come from their hearts and the faith they follow, but in the externals: the size of their thighs, the tightness of their cheekbones, how large their home and bank account is, and how their love life should look. It’s everything to do with what they have and not about who they are.
No one is strong enough for…
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