This is a little something different. As I was reading and meditating on this passage, I found I had things to say about it. So here’s a devotional, as it were. (If you’re interested in more posts of this type in addition to the regular programming, let me know. ) “I will both lie down… Continue reading Unforced rhythms
Tag: intentional living
I’m important too
I still go to therapy. If you're surprised by this, you must be new here, so welcome. But yes, I go to therapy. What I used to be so ardently against, for myself, I now have come to look forward too. It's like a mental health accountability partner. And I need all the accountability partners… Continue reading I’m important too
Fighting for joy
I heard the phrase "fight for joy" recently and it struck me how ironic and yet how true the phrase is. Sometimes it's a literal fight, a struggle, a war to just find joy. I feel like that phrase sums up where I'm at right now. In a season supposed to be filled with joy… Continue reading Fighting for joy
When a helper isn’t helping
I was having a conversation today with someone and we were talking about volunteering of sorts and I almost lamented that I felt like I didn't do hardly anything anymore. We were talking about the things that I used to do. I used to help with things during the week at the church, like helping… Continue reading When a helper isn’t helping
Grace at the right time
It's funny. I've said a lot of times that my people found me at exactly the right time, when I needed them the most and when I couldn't say no. And in that God found me too, or rather I stopped treating Him as someone I occasionally run into and developed a real, deep relationship… Continue reading Grace at the right time
Hope in the broken parts
Well it's been a minute...or several weeks. To be honest, they've been trying weeks and existing was enough work. I got sick, had to take steroids (anxiety brain on steroids is bad), and then just had a very challenge week after that (as did everyone around me). But here I am today, not really sure… Continue reading Hope in the broken parts
We don’t have to be ashamed
So I was thinking about shame. I know. I know. It's a weird topic to think about. But really this is how it started. I was thinking about why we don't talk about things that we struggle with. I mean really. If you break your arm, you have to talk about it because it poses… Continue reading We don’t have to be ashamed
