I grabbed my Bible and journal off my desk and brought them with me out to the family room. Most days I read at my desk, but today, I just wanted to curl up on the couch with Jesus and Ralph (my fearless red heeler). As I opened my Bible, I realized my reading plan… Continue reading Doing My Best to Find Him
Tuesdays have become one of my most favorite days of the week. I used to dread them – even labeled them “Mini-Mondays,” because they were typically the day to attend meetings (and by meetings, I mean meetings about upcoming meetings - which are the worst!). But now, I look forward to them. Maybe it’s because… Continue reading Here’s to Tuesday!
I’m supposed to be writing. I have this goal of writing 1500 words a day for a book I might not ever publish – that may just be for me. But today, I am overwhelmed. I’m overwhelmed by God. By His presence. By His love. By His friendship. By His kindness and goodness. By His… Continue reading I Know I Should Be Writing…
This is the verse that’s been on my heart this week. “She gave this name to the Lord who spoke to her: “You are the God who sees me,” for she said, “I have now seen the One who sees me,” (Gen. 16:13 NIV). Hagar had run away from her situation. More specifically, she was… Continue reading The One Who Sees Me
I never would have labeled myself as a “crier.” I’m sure my husband would beg to differ, but there’s not a whole lot I get too emotional over. I mean, there are a few things that get the waterworks going, like when a coach spins their chair around for a contestant on The Voice during… Continue reading Maybe That’s Why I’m Crying
I’m pretty sure my life has never been this slow, and I mean that in the best possible way. For the first time, I have margin and breathing room to ponder and reflect on my life. It only took my forty years to get here, but by the grace of God – truly – I… Continue reading But Now I See
Before when I would write, I would sit on it for days, sometimes weeks - even months - until I knew where I wanted the idea to go, and where I wanted my final thoughts to land. Now, I’m just trying to write consistently, even if I don’t know where the thought is leading. (Which… Continue reading I want to be a writer.
I haven’t written anything for quite some time. I’ve been stuck in this place of swirling thoughts and inklings; ensnared by a net that makes me wonder, “What does it matter?” Could I possibly have anything to say that is new or inspiring? I mean, isn’t that what people want to read? But what if… Continue reading Where I’ve Been
“I didn’t want it to be awkward, so I didn’t…” awkward: causing difficulty; hard to do or deal with. causing or feeling embarrassment or inconvenience. I really can’t count the times I’ve said this to myself. “I didn’t want it to be awkward,” so… I didn’t call. I didn’t write. I didn’t stop by. I… Continue reading I Didn’t Want It To Be Awkward
People ask me how I'm doing - how I'm "healing" - since I left my position three months ago. I want to be honest in my response, and most days I can say I’m doing well. But on my hardest days, I feel like a failure. That's the lie that keeps knocking at my door.… Continue reading Where I find my Peace