In two weeks, there will be a one year candle blazing atop an imaginary cake. A celebration of sorts for when the Lord made it clear that I understand what WILLING truly looks like and how ABLE is played out. By definition, willing means ready, eager, and prepared to do something [having sort of … Continue reading the right fit. clothes that matter.
I’ve been pondering over these words for three weeks now. Praying. Some days with a lump in my throat, other days with joy exuding every crevice of my heart. And I’ve saved them for such a day as this. Being the girl that has never experienced a Valentine’s Day by cherishing and being cherished by … Continue reading when you’re longing to know you’re chosen: teaching high schoolers about “love day”
The theme of a new portion of my heart, found through the searching and receiving something different than I thought I needed (God tends to do such a maneuver)... I found that the ruins are not fully destroyed. Yes, when you hear "ruined" there is an immediate reaction to fully do away with. Ruined pants: … Continue reading let the ruins come to life: embracing mama’s journey.
Monday. November 7. 2016 Throughout the entirety of the week, I began learning quickly how to let people in on the pain and how to find rest that comes with peace. After hanging up the phone, my only expression was a "crap" yelled at my cat and then at the wall. It felt like I … Continue reading surrendering to stage 4: embracing mama’s journey.
I can recall clearly going through international safety measures while preparing to live a season of my life on foreign soil. Locked in a room. Darkness. Not knowing a soul that pressed into my shoulders on both sides. We were taught how to answer questions, how to look confident in uncertainty. We were taught how … Continue reading dig a hole and fall in it: finding safety in hiding.
Sometimes my old lady soul emerges. I could ride around in a beat up Lincoln town car looking at old houses for hours. Those adorned with Christmas lights push my giddy buttons. The porches capture my interests and green shudders are top notch. But then I begin imaging the lives lived there. Does their house … Continue reading when the world squashes singleness.
October is life. I envision color-draped tree leaves falling in swoop motion towards gravel roads. I pick up my red chicken mug, wash off its dust, and lap in coffee luxury. (Sidenote:: I tend to only really love DAILY hot liquids when the weather turns to chill.) And I open as many windows as possible, hit play on … Continue reading when seasons change: breathing in fresh peace.