Freedom in Health & Wholeness – Freedom Series part 3

If you've landed here and haven't read my last two posts... please stop what you're doing and go read them now. This is the third in a series on Freedom... and the other two lead up to it. Freedom. It was the word I felt whispered to me as my word of the year in … Continue reading Freedom in Health & Wholeness – Freedom Series part 3

Freedom from Shame- Freedom Series part 2

I looked in the mirror and I felt it. The shame my body told me to believe. I looked at this girl and saw her. Not the body at first, but her. Then I let my gaze move from head to toe and I  whispered, "Hang on body; I"m coming for you too, Sis." See, … Continue reading Freedom from Shame- Freedom Series part 2

Freedom Series – part 1

I haven't mentioned my "word of the year" yet. I've been holding on to it. Not sure why, except I just felt like God needed to show it to me more before I released it out into the world. Whoa. And did He ever! I pondered many words. They were all good. All had meaning... … Continue reading Freedom Series – part 1

FREEDOM

I woke up to my alarm early Saturday morning and immediately thought... "WHAT have I done?" I needed to get up and get going fast! I had an hour drive to my third 5K of my life. "Oh man.. seriously. What have I done?" My mind started to contend against the excuses: I'm in no … Continue reading FREEDOM

The Ministry of Presence

I have two very vivid “feeling” memories from childhood. Feeling memories are things tied sooo closely to what your heart needs to hear; They are not a memory of an event or an instance or even a thing. They are a memory of a feeling, and I have two that conflicted and battled for a place … Continue reading The Ministry of Presence

A Street Named Straight

Oh, man. I can look back now and smile; but then? Then I was sweating. It was cool within the air conditioned room, but I was sweating. I was shaky and unsure and scared and yep… all the thannngs. I couldn't breath. The air was sucked from me. In fact… I felt like throwing up. … Continue reading A Street Named Straight

Okra

My heart was hurting It was plainly obvious she didn’t like me. Worse... She couldn’t stand to be around me. Geesh. All the rush of all my childhood insignificance, unimportance and unwanted ”nesssss”… flooded my soul again. And man, for the love of all things yummy (because that’s a big biggg category in my life) … Continue reading Okra

The lie of empty.

I don’t like to admit my relationship to food very often, because, well… It’s a struggle. Food was always my “go to” for comfort. It was my “feel good” when life was hard. The “soother” to my woes. The “forget it all” to my problems. The straight shot to the epi center of my brain … Continue reading The lie of empty.

The Freak Out Dance

It was August 2012. Weird that I remember that. I mean. I can't remember where I left my car keys most days, or my glasses each morning, or even what I had for dinner two nights ago... Ok. Just Kidding. I remember that one. LOL . I always remember food! But seriously. My mind is … Continue reading The Freak Out Dance

Shame OFF ME!

If there is one thing we all need to learn how to do more - it’s let go of Shame. ********************* I don’t like to talk about “it”.  You know; You have one too... an “It”. IT is that one thing that Shame tries to tell me I’ll never get to re do,and therefore, there’s … Continue reading Shame OFF ME!