What follows is a synopsis of a larger message that God continues to lay on my heart. I am writing, these days, and while it’s…
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What follows is a synopsis of a larger message that God continues to lay on my heart. I am writing, these days, and while it’s…
Once upon a time … I knew who I was. I could have told you, even. Pretty easily. I defined myself as a child of…
I’ve gotten lots of feedback on yesterday’s post, and I am humbled by how many of you took the time to read it. Many people…
I see that I last posted on December 19th. About the difficult painful dark season I had been in, and about how I was beginning…
Well, it’s been an interesting season. A difficult one. Filled with painful places. And, honestly, darkness. But the light is shining again, the light of…
Are you living in guilt? Or worse yet, mired in shame? I spent many years feeling guilty about
things I did to my children, and even more the things I DIDN’T do with my
children. And the things that happened
to them, unbeknownst to me, that were damaging to them. And all the ways I could have been a better
daughter mother wife sister friend.
I had a revelation, one
day.
I think of a crossroads as an anxious place.
Because one path seems as good or bad as the next and how do I know which is best and what if I mess it up?
So I started a project today. I decided a mission was in order – a mission to collect and sort and organize all the pieces and things and stuff that I have kept over the last several years.
Things that inspired me. Things that made me laugh. Things that convicted me. Things that made me cry. Journals and books and articles and lyrics and devotionals and random printed pieces of paper. Things I’ve written.
All stored in enough places that the collection process itself was a challenge, and I’m still not sure I’ve found all my hidey-holes.
I thought this was a good idea.
Probably it was, but it got overwhelming very quickly.
(the dog was no help, by the way)
I can’t believe how much is there. Really, can’t believe it.
Last week, I watched my daughter fall apart.
It was excruciating.
… is worth a thousand pictures. LOVE. And although I don’t quite have a thousand pictures (yet), here are a few of my favorites. [Ya’ll…