Living Life Where I Am
It’s the start of Lent, Ash Wednesday to be exact. (And Valentine’s Day. Random). There’s something about Lent that draws me to it, to be intentional about the things. It’s the reminder of how Christ suffered and died just for me. I like to do a Lent study. This year it’s from Well-Watered Women, which… Continue reading Terminal perfection
For he is the one about whom the prophet Isaiah had spoken: “The voice of one shouting in the wilderness, ‘prepare the way for the Lord, make his paths straight’” Matthew 3:3 When I think of the wilderness, I don’t equate it with a good time. I know there are people who like that kind… Continue reading Wilderness preparation
Tonight as I was cleaning up the mess I made when this afternoon I decided to make soup, the sign above my cabinets caught my attention. Perhaps it’s the self-reflecting I currently find myself doing a lot. More likely it’s the fact that the elusive rodent (don’t judge me) has apparently made it fall forward… Continue reading I am not all that tough
I started a Step Study again recently. I honestly don’t remember the first part of the last one. I think I was too broken back then. But this time I’ve jumped all in. I want to figure myself out, to let God continue the work he so graciously is doing. But dang. It’s hard. I… Continue reading Emotional dodgeball
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.
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
I know. Two blogs in one weekend. Watch out. I had coffee with a friend recently and she truth bombed me. It was just a basic question, but it exposed a piece of me that I don’t love. I denied it at first. Then after mulling it over for another day I had to be… Continue reading It’s good enough
I was reading the other day in a study I was doing and they tend to use versions of the Bible I don’t frequent. I read the above verse and I jotted it down because it didn’t sit with me well. Not the verse itself; it’s one I love. But the notion that God only… Continue reading Stop lifting heavy
I hate weakness. I remember as a kid, my grandpa called me “sissy” one time. Thinking back, he one hundred percent meant it as “sister” in definition, but I remember being so mad at him. “I am NOT a sissy!” I yelled and then refused to talk to him for an extended period of time.… Continue reading Terminal self-sufficiency
I’m pretty sure I’ve used this picture before. I found it in my Facebook memories. But I feel like it fits where I find myself again, fighting for faith. Don’t hear that wrong. I still have faith deep down but there are things to wrestle out. Truthfully, I think I’m still wrestling out things that… Continue reading Fight it out
This Season.... 