Fireworks are exploding over my North Texas town right now. This is one of my favorite holidays, but I skipped it this year. Oh, I had to work some, but the real work I did was on my heart. I let it heal. Sometimes it takes a long moment. My long moment lasted 8 years.… Continue reading Wait Lifting #6: What Are You Waiting For?
The sun slowed down and Took one last look over the horizon. It had had a long productive day and Could finally meander on to The other side. Meander. That's what my car did - Steady and slow like the sun. "I've been... feeling really quiet." My text whispered through the screen as I Wiped… Continue reading You can be quiet
My mind wandered this morning to John 4 and the woman Jesus spoke with at the well. I'm often reminded of her when I mentor single moms. Why had she come to this well to draw water alone? That was an activity the women did together. For safety. For social interaction. I'll guess why: shame.… Continue reading Lookin’ For Love
I made a huge mistake at work today. To be fair, it's my first week of actually doing my job and I'm still onboarding. But the impact of this was far-reaching. I control 2 email inboxes from the same email account. One is my personal company email. The other is my team's email. I was… Continue reading One heart. Many faces.
It's days like these When my heart is broken It's days like these when my Mind is obscured It's days like these When all l know is Nothing feels like I think it should It's days like these When my arms are lonely When my eyes are cracked From tears It's days like these when… Continue reading What Do I Know of God?
I don't have words tonight,Not adequate words, anyway.I have cautioned words.Quiet words.Words that peek out of my heart,Look around to make sure no one is reading, thenTip-toe quickly onto the page.Words that don't chassé, rather,That glide forth, slow,Measured and unbiddenLike a silent tear that escapes,Unnoticed by everyone but youIn a moment everyone else isOverjoyed, yet… Continue reading This Poet’s Angst
Everyday for weeks now I've watched women champion and repeat and chant the phrase "I am enough." It's on mugs and graphic t-shirts and books and billboards: "I am enough." Really? Are we? Why do we say this? What are we REALLY saying? What are we enough of or who are we enough for? I… Continue reading I am NOT Enough
I was purging old stuff in the garage this morning. I don't even want to tell you what ALL I found. But I came across something that got me thinking. I came across old Glamour Shots pics of myself from 1995. That was the year I got married. I looked at my pic for a… Continue reading Glamour Shots
I love you ladies. All of you. I applaud you and so enjoy watching you become women who love God.
Miracle. This word used to conjure up images of Sunday School mornings in 1984 with 9-year-old me in blonde pigtails in a flowered dress with ruffle back panties, lacy socks, and Mary Janes. It made me picture a flannel graph board with felt-backed cut-outs of Jesus and his disciples. Jesus inevitably had on a brown… Continue reading Do You Believe In Miracles?