Offer... Return... Listen. When I get still and listen, that's what I hear: Offer... Return... Listen. When I look outward... Things get foggy. And inevitably I start hustling for my worth. Not on purpose, mind you, but because I was made to be connected to my Creator. Looking outward, no matter how innocently it begins, has a … Continue reading Soul Whisperings
Comparison
When We Need to Look Down… And Then Look Up Again
Last week, I had a day where I found myself feeling discouraged and discontent. When I took a moment to take an inventory of my thoughts throughout the day, I realized I had been caught playing the comparison game again. Maybe you've done this too? Thought by thought, I had spent the day stewing silently in … Continue reading When We Need to Look Down… And Then Look Up Again
In Faded Color
Last week I shared about an invitation we’ve been offered to lean into who God’s made us to be and do what He’s created us to do. Sounds easy right? My personal experience has proven otherwise. As I continued thinking this week on this “leaning” idea, I realized it requires one thing of me I … Continue reading In Faded Color
Challenges and Miracles (Follow up Post)
Sweet friends! I just had to follow up with a response to my last couple of posts. I got so many tender and genuine comments from you all about how The Once Over struck a cord with your heart. This idea that we all feel insecure, criticized and vulnerable about our bodies is not new. … Continue reading Challenges and Miracles (Follow up Post)
The Once Over
My heart nearly broke last week while watching my kids’ swimming lessons. Chaos ensues every week as kids of all ages swarm the pool. Some kids are brimming with excitement to see their teacher, while others are filled with fear and trepidation because they don’t particularly care for the water. Amongst these little swimmers … Continue reading The Once Over
Swirling in Comparison
Yesterday as I thought about starting to write more seriously again, I allowed my mind to enter into dangerous waters. The swirling waters of comparison. The voice of defeat was deafening within. Who am I to think I can write? What do I have to say that hasn't been said already? And said well at … Continue reading Swirling in Comparison
