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
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
I have a favorite tree. I call it the Sentinel. It's huge and towering , stationed at the very end of our property, up a rolling field and at the top of a hill; standing guard; watching; observing; challenging any who might stray on to the property or any who may try to harm the … Continue reading It’s ok to grow “quietly”
What does your heart need to hear? YOU WERE BUILT FOR THIS. I was blessed enough to be able to go to RISE conference in Minnesota this year. Rachel Hollis is a wild fire and man, that girl can speak to your heart and make you get honest and intentional with yourself in ways many … Continue reading #whatdoesyourheartneedtohear? YOU WERE BUILT FOR THIS!
Hey #sisterfriends. I'm talkin to you today. Specifically, You. The one who's "fine." “I’m so glad we can be “fine” together. And by “fine”... I mean “un-fine”. It's what our hearts need to hear, I think. It’s a thing, you know... this being un-fine. It's is a courageous deep breathe to continue on, among the … Continue reading The Mask of “Fine”
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
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.