So I have something to confess and that’s this……umm…I don’t like to confess. It’s true. I find it tough to tell the truth sometimes.
I think of all the reasons why I shouldn’t. I run all possible scenarios of how my truth-telling could go wrong. I imagine what awful things others may think of me and then I stay quiet.
I don’t just save this struggle with confession to those around me, I also struggle with telling the truth in my relationship with God. He knows you and I completely and loves us still and yet I struggle with confessing the truth of where I’m at, of how I’m feeling. Anyone else? Continue reading “The Power of Confession”
You were created a unique one of a kind creation. From the very beginning I knew your journey in life would be difficult but although small I made you strong so you’d be able to handle the winds of change, so you could soar above the stormy clouds, life would surely bring.
You’ve lived in different nests and I hope they’ve taught you about yourself and about Me. I have been with you on every flight and every landing and wherever your journey takes you I will always be there. There is nothing you can do or say to get rid of me, we are flight partners for life. Continue reading “Little Bird”
What’s going on? I mean, what’s really going on? Not on your Facebook status or your latest Instagram pic. What would happen if we shared what was really going on? What if we talked more about the messy middle? What if we talked about the unfinished parts?
We love a happy ending, don’t we? We love the finish line. The final product. The end of the story, but you know what I’m finding? Most of life is that “in the process” part of the story.
The part of the story where we’re not sure it’s going to work out. Where we wonder if we will fail? Where life gives us a big plot twist. Will I be able to make it? Will my circumstances ever change? No one wants to sign up to share this pep talk! Continue reading “The Stories We Don’t Like To Tell”
It definitely makes one feel vulnerable to share what your heart feels so deeply. To let your heart bleed on “paper” for all to look at and comment on. Please know as I write this I’m not looking for comments or fixes or platitudes. I am simply using my voice to tell my heart’s story in the hopes that it will help ease the pain and loneliness that one may feel in their own story.
Moms are deserving of a day where they receive home-made cards, flowers, lunch made by someone else and extra loves as a “thank you” for all they pour out on others day in and day out. Everyone in my immediate family is a mom, most of my friends are moms and they are some of the most amazing humans I know, who love big, try hard and do so in countless, selfless ways. Moms Rock! So, I don’t write this post to detract from all they deserve but to put voice to what I’m fairly certain is not only a heartache known to me. Continue reading “When Mother’s Day is Hard”
I’d much rather write a blog post titled, “the blessing of success”, “the blessing of victory”, “the blessing of discovered dreams”, those all sound pretty sweet! “The Blessing of Heartache” doesn’t really thrill me, but I am learning that there is truth in it.
The situation itself doesn’t matter because hurt is hurt, right? I don’t know about you but I don’t like feeling hurt, I just want it to go away. I will attempt to ignore it, numb it, block it out, whatever it takes, to just not feel it! Continue reading “The Blessing of Heartache”
Yesterday as those who follow Jesus we reflected on His great sacrifice for us on the cross. We thought about what He endured willingly so that you and I could be free. Tomorrow, Easter Sunday, we will celebrate His resurrection and victory over death and the grave! The enemy is defeated and the victory is won!
But, today is Saturday and no one talks a whole lot about it, yet I think a lot of our time as humans on this earth is spent in Saturday. We live in that in-between space. Continue reading “That’s Saturday”
Dreams can be funny things and by funny, I guess I mean not so funny. Last night I dreamed about someone, someone I used to know. I wasn’t thinking of this person as I drifted off to la la land and I don’t spend a great deal of time and energy thinking about this individual on a regular basis, but for whatever reason they made what felt like a very real appearance in my dreams last night. Continue reading “Waking Up From A Dream”