At the beginning of the year, I wrote a heart-felt post about the word reliance and how I felt compelled to choose it as my personal theme for 2015. I had a slim idea I would be challenged by this term at some point. But we are never fully prepared for what life will bring us, … Continue reading Surrendering the Imperfect
God
Let the Ocean Speak
The ocean has always possessed a kind of power over my soul. I am drawn to it like a honeybee is drawn to a flower, as though I was made to be near it and it was made to feed the person I was created to be. No matter what kind of chaos or emotion … Continue reading Let the Ocean Speak
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
Why I Can be Thankful for Being Sensitive
One thing my closest family and friends know about me is that I am sensitive. All too sensitive some days. It’s a part of me that has been terribly inconvenient at times and life-saving at others. I’ve often prayed for thicker skin or the ability to truly laugh at myself. Other times I’ve simply wished … Continue reading Why I Can be Thankful for Being Sensitive
On Finding My Voice
I’ve mentioned a handful of times in my writing that I’ve been invited on a journey to find my own voice. Of course this means I’m practicing finding my writer’s voice, but really what I’m doing is finding my soul’s voice. Many factors have contributed to my not knowing what my soul’s voice sounds like. … Continue reading On Finding My Voice
The Very Last Hour
The clock says five. The kids are tired and so am I. Dinner’s just about ready. And I’m trying, for the sweet life of me, to get my four and five year olds to clean up the aftermath of their earlier art projects. Cue frustration. Are you guys kidding me? Why do we have a … Continue reading The Very Last Hour
Revelation
This past February, I was in a pretty low place. I felt depressed, washed up and frail. You could probably attribute any one of these things to the fact our youngest child of three was only four months old and over the previous ten months we had already lived in four different homes. But despite … Continue reading Revelation
