I realized something about myself this morning. As much as I hate to admit it. I can be a bit short-sighted. My husband and I have had big plans for our property since we purchased it and remodeled it a few years back. He is a dreamer in every sense of the word, but he's so … Continue reading Under Construction
My kids teach me something everyday. Life with children is certainly an adventure. Last night as I was giving my last round of snuggles to my five-year old and tucking him in for the night, I said the words I so often say to him. "Goodnight mighty man of God. Do you know you will … Continue reading Identity
Let me start with an apology, despite the fact that my husband tells me frequently to stop apologizing. I apologize far too frequently for things I shouldn't, but that's a story for another post... I apologize for allowing my head to stop my heart from living. I apologize for allowing circumstance to dictate my perceptions. … Continue reading Reflecting on the Absence of Me
I slip slowly into a maze of words. I realize suddenly that my entire being is an art form of expression and wonder, curiosity, myth, and reality curving together and shaking with rapture at the intersections and commonalities woven between the rhythm. I am lost to the magic spirally beyond it all. Yet I mourn … Continue reading Resurrection
Morning always comes a little too soon yet somehow carries promises of newness, mercies, and hope. I carry with me habitual optimism so the breaking dawn looks to me like joy and vision spanning the gap between darkness and light. I travel inward, deeply, as the colors move and change before me. I ready myself … Continue reading Morning
The truth is... There are too many thoughts rolling around in my head to make anything fully coherent The truth is... I'm watching the things I've worked so hard to build crumble around me Knowing still, it will all be okay and we will rebuild We will be better than before I live in hope … Continue reading I’m not Complaining
When small seeds of hope, planted in fresh soil, are stolen by the ravens it's easy to become weary. We toil in darkness on hands and knees. Prayer lifted in desperation can seem to hit empty air when the harvest waits. Still, I've found hope doesn't lie in seed. Hope lies in the waiting soul … Continue reading Hope and Soiled Hands
All I can seem to think about the last few days is what it is to be squeezed. Maybe you can relate. You know that feeling when the walls, the ceiling, the air above, and the floor beneath you, seem to be closing in. It's that sensation of not knowing if you'll make it out...not … Continue reading The Squeeze
"Praise the Lord! I will praise the Lord with my whole heart." Psalm 111:1 "Life's full of tough choices isn't it?" Ursula in The Little Mermaid Let's be real...life can be hard! We live in a culture that seems to chant the mantra, "Whatever makes you happy must be right." Where did we get the … Continue reading Peace Out!
I haven’t been writing lately. Not because the desire has left me but because I knew what came out would be messy. Quite honestly, lately, life has been messy. All of the broken and jagged pieces I’d thought time had smoothed, surfaced with force, cutting through my clay heart and thin skin. What remained was … Continue reading Messy Me
