I had no idea what the speaker was talking about. I had been listening for over an hour, but hadn’t heard anything at all. Heartfelt words had become white noise–background chatter instead of the truth I was searching for. The clamor of thoughts was loud and distracting; the quiet time I was hoping for elusive…
Driving the Speed Limit
Waking up to my second alarm, I jumped out of bed and rushed through my morning routine. Brush teeth; find clothes. Pack workout gear for after work, take daily vitamins, take extra vitamins, turn on Bible app, find shoes, warm up car, fix hair while answering email, scan the Sadie Robertson quote on my mirror:…
Walking at Midnight
“In the darkest hour, when I cannot breathe. Fear’s on my chest, the weight of the world on me…” –I Remember, Lauren Daigle
Today was hard. Not my darkest hour, but not an easy one either. And in the middle of hurt and heart-piercing words–forgiveness and redemption seem like flimsy wrapping paper.
Yet God was there. Assuring me both forgiveness and redemption are possible, but only one is in my hands.
Just one more thing…
As soon as I finish with these projects, things will get simpler. As soon as I check off some boxes I will have more time. I will be less distracted with less on my plate. Then I will be able to write again. If things would just stop coming up. You know?
How does a respectable schedule with “white space” somehow get polluted with obligation?
What if the BEST happens?
I got to hear Michelle Poler speak at the doTERRA convention in Salt Lake City. What I heard was inspiring and amazing. She said something that caught me right in between doubt and justifications.
She said this: “We always ask what’s the worst that could happen. That leads to a series of things that really could go wrong and seizes us up even more. But what instead if we replace that. Instead of asking “What’s the worst that could happen?” we ask this: “What’s the best that could happen?”’
The blinking cursor distracts me from whatever thought I was about to write a minute ago. I’ve started and stopped so many times. This is my 38th “untitled” attempt to start writing something. It’s not writer’s block so much as it is “writer’s fear.”
I have ideas and inspiration and I feel passionate about what I want to write. Yet, just seconds before I start to type I hear
Traveling Together
I am thankful for gentle reminders and young sisters. We need each other. It’s too easy to make a mistake in judging what is dangerous, too easy to end up stranded. Who will call for help if we get ourselves in trouble? But we don’t walk alone, and He doesn’t leave us to our own…
Taking Pictures
The couch was so comfortable it felt like a hug. Still in my workout clothes I settled into the back corner with a hot decaf latte, letting the pillows invite me in. I wanted to sink until they covered me up, sucked me into some quiet place where I could hide from the world and…
Mislabeled
How can a wall that is so full of ugly things be so comforting? I should by all accounts want to erase it with water and maybe even a fresh coat of paint. Instead I stood in front of it; jeans smeared with chalk dust, a little teary and feeling mixed battles happening in my…
Protected by Grace
Yesterday was one of those days I will remember for a good long while. And not just because I put it in my calendar as a yearly reminder. Its one of those days you look back and realize that God had His hands all over it. We are finding more details as the story is…
Leading the Way
The horse walked carefully behind the small girl. Every step carefully planned and placed. Not pulling or lagging, just walking obediently with her gentle eyes on her tiny master. I watched in amazement as the horse responded to each command the 5-year old gave. It was ridiculous to think that the girl controlled the horse’s…