I recently had a heart procedure. It’s one that had been brought up off and on for 20 years. But the risk never outweighed the benefit in my mind. It wasn’t bad enough to let someone play with my heart…until it was. I had a condition called SVT…supraventricular tachycardia. (In faith I’m using past tense… Continue reading I’m powerless…but He’s not.
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Hope…when it looks hopeless
I wrote about this on Instagram the other day but God has me in Jeremiah. Why? No idea. But I’m learning not to question…much. What I was struck most by this verse was the context it was in. People pull it out as hope that everything is going to be fine. But that does it… Continue reading Hope…when it looks hopeless
Dear brain…I hate you
I am not 100% that I’m going to publish this post. But, if you haven’t figured out yet that I’m a verbal processor, welcome. You must be new. This is one of the ways I process, and I am processing a lot right now. I went back and looked at my last blog post for… Continue reading Dear brain…I hate you
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
Every year…
Sitting here in the cool, crisp morning air, I’m reminded of how seasons change. The last time I was here was a couple of weeks ago and it was warm, almost hot, before that it was stifling. But seasons change. The moments come and go and we continue on. But like all seasons, they are… Continue reading Every year…
Just love and be loved
If you follow me on social media you know, if not let me fill you in. I spent about 6 days substitute parenting. My friend, one of my people, is an amazing foster mom to a wild and crazy, loveable two year old. (Girl, bless!). When she went to her brother's wedding, I got the… Continue reading Just love and be loved
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
A troubled heart
It's 4:35am or so says the clock on the top of this screen. I've been trying to go to sleep for a solid 3 hours at least. I've tried all the things. AC is on polar ice caps. Noise machine on rain storm (even though there's a natural rain storm outside). Weighted blanket. I can't… Continue reading A troubled heart
Broken isn’t bad
One of my friends posted this quote on Facebook, and it really struck a cord with me. Part of that is because it speaks so strongly to the last few years of my own life. Heart break comes in many forms. It doesn't have to be traditional lost love. Lots of things can cause such… Continue reading Broken isn’t bad
What you can do
I have been fairly open about mental health in these last months. Whether it's on my blog here, on Instagram or in person, I've not necessarily shied away from it. Some people have wondered. Some people have asked. Why speak so candidly about this? The answer is simple. Because I was ashamed and now I'm… Continue reading What you can do
This Season.... 