Do you ever get to the end of the day, exhausted and yet feeling like you have no real sense of what you accomplished? Knowing that you took care of the necessities, or at least tried to, and yet something about your day holds no weight? No fulfillment. Maybe those days have multiplied into weeks…months…dare … More 5 Ways to Care for A Weary Soul
So I did something scary today. I went on Facebook Live… That woke up my fear of public speaking in a big way :/. Yikes that was stress-inducing… Anyways……. I don’t know about the rest of you, but I am a goal driven creature. I have this way of turning even the most relaxing activities … More Setting Grace Goals: I Can’t Out-“do” Grace
Oh, the internet hurts my head. There is a lot of shouting, and not a lot of listening. Sometimes I wish I could wave a magic wand, do away with social media, and force people to have face-to-face conversations with one another, and discuss their respective positions on life. I don’t think it would solve … More Worry Bout Yourself-Or Does Judgement Have It’s Place?
I spent a day walking on broken glass. After driving through a run-down industrial area, I walked with broken glass under my bare feet as I searched the landfill for bits of treasure. An odd way to spend a day of my vacation in the Hawaii? Perhaps. But, things are not always what they seem.
About a month ago I sent out a plea, Friends I Need Your Help. I was so overwhelmed by your responses. I would be remiss not share a little about my subsequent experience. Well…I survived my first ACFW Writer’s Conference. Even thrived? Maybe… 😉
Confession: I feel like a huge dork sharing this video. It wasn’t intended for public consumption. But, this video really isn’t about me. It’s a moment to connect with other moms balancing childrearing and professional aspirations. It’s a moment to laugh.
As I was sitting in prayer time during church service this weekend, this is the story that played in my mind. It is inspired in part by a poem I wrote many years ago. (Which I won’t share because it is terrible 😉 ) Sometimes the hardest fight is the war against yourself. Once upon … More Shattered Defenses
Since Ellie was the inspiration for Tuesday’s post, I was interested to know what my oldest son would say when I asked him what I should write about. It was a far cry from what I’d expected.
I was reading through some old journal entries this morning. I’m a nostalgic little soul. I ran across an entry that brought joy to my heart, and I wanted to pass this on in hopes that it would encourage you as well. Once upon a time, a long time ago, I walked the beach early … More You’re Not A Half
Watch the video above first even if you’ve already seen it, and then check out my thoughts below: I am going to do my best to articulate what I felt when I watched this video. Her description of the event pulled me into the moment. I could feel the panic and distress, and her and … More Covered or A House Divided?
I’ve been working on a fiction piece for….for a long time. Maybe longer than I care to admit.
As I’ve mentioned before, God speaks to my strange little heart in strange ways. I am so thankful that though I seek to learn, grow, and speak His language, he is more fluent in the dialect of my heart than I am, and meets my seeking heart wherever I’m at. Once upon a time, several … More Catching Fire: More Than A Story to Me
It was a calm afternoon, big brother was at preschool, little brother was sleeping, and Ellie was perched on a counter-stool eating lunch. I had ventured into the princess’s lair, rather her “house-room” as she calls her little domain. I can’t quite remember what I was looking for as I waded through piles from her … More Don’t Push My Buttons
I’ve become a parent in the age of pitchfork parenting. Every accident and mishap is someone’s “fault.” People join the hunt, pitchforks in hand, to expose parental insufficiency, and tout how “I would never.” In a time of reflection I stumbled on a key reason this cultural phenomenon occurs.
Levi is my combination rough and tumble/snuggle bug. He is stocky and solid. Giving him hugs is like squeezing a bear cub. I’m dreading him growing out of his lingering baby attributes. We have a little routine every evening while I make dinner. I’ll be chopping and dicing above as he repeatedly opens and closes … More The Dept. of Unclaimed Grace