Last fall, right before my open house I shared a post with you guys about how each year I do something more to prepare for the holiday season. Each year I try to be better prepared, try to make it easier on Scotty, on my family, on me, on my emotions, on my body. You…
Did I think because I was doing what He called me to do I might need a higher SPF? Like it’s sunnier where I am? Did I expect that He’d pull out the umbrella for me because I am obedient to His call?
There have been days in the past when I wished I had a t-shirt that said “Today is not the day. And I am not the one.” And then I would wish that I had the guts to wear it… If I’m really honest, I’ve had strings of days like that, maybe because of a…
I’m beginning to recognize as I mature, as I learn to listen, as I challenge myself to take time to seek and dig deep, the bible stories I grew up hearing and being told; come at me, come to life, and come apart in ways only the Bible, the LIVING and ACTIVE Word of God,…
Picture this. Walking fast, with purpose, heels clicking, boots stomping, arms swinging, confident this is the way until, wham! Smack dab into a glass door. Surprised, head hurting I wonder “Where’d that come from?” Or maybe this. Walking fast, with purpose, heels clicking, boots stomping, arms swinging, confident there is no other way, but…
I’ve climbed staircases in my life, literal ones. The one in my childhood home that stopped on a landing at the front door of our bi-level and then up to the living room. The one in our farmhouse apartment, curved and with gaps in the wooden steps where crickets would get stuck in the summertime…
This morning one of my children missed the bus. It pulled up, squeaked to a stop, blew the horn, and had me running to the door to just wave them on. Much to my frustration but to the happiness of the long line of cars who would have needed to wait for my kid to…
Listen. Everyday, during every conversation, because of a misunderstanding and in almost every relationship, we can find ourselves at the mercy of another’s words, another person’s thoughts and perceptions, or misconceptions. That reality makes me want to crawl in a hole and hide. Being misunderstood is probably one of my biggest fears. Recently I…
Many times I’ve heard the exasperated phrases “God only knows what she was thinking when she did that.” or “God knows what’s going on.” Some kind of offhand remarks for questions like What is going on? Or what was she thinking? While doing a little self reflection, I must consider how many times I’ve thought…