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 love you ladies. All of you. I applaud you and so enjoy watching you become women who love God.
What is This? You're sitting there, tears falling over freshly dried tears, wondering how on earth you got to this place. Whatever your this is, it feels like hell. It feels like nothing is ever going to be right again. Maybe you've done everything right. Maybe you've done everything wrong. I've been on both sides… Continue reading Startled – What is This?
It would make good sense for me to begin a book on navigating life post-divorce with the story of my ex-husband's infidelity. But how could I possibly write that without first telling you that I have been the "other woman" - twice?
My life has been a long game of hide-and-seek with God. If you don't want to know my whole story, you should skip this blog. But if you want to find out why I love him so much, this is where you'll find out why.
This piece is about women - but if you're a man - please read all the way to the bottom - I need your help. Enemy Tactics Lately I've seen one main tactic of the devil against women: ISOLATION. And I'm about to throw it down and stomp all over it. Read on. I don't… Continue reading We Just Don’t Clique
At first glance, this is just a blossom. But just like people - we all have a story. Let me tell you how this blossom came to be and how it relates to your life.
Can't go around it, gotta go through it.
It was midnight in the sleepy trailer park where I lived 3 miles out of town. The house creaked and groaned in the night wind, but was otherwise silent. I stared at the ceiling, then at the shadows the tree branches threw in my window. They felt like hands reaching out to grab me. I… Continue reading Runaway Train
She drew in a long breath and let it out. She caught her reflection in the glass door and shifted the bakery box into her left hand, opened the door with her right, and expected the worst. Why was it that she always expected the worst? Everyone in the room cheered and drawled her name.… Continue reading Some Kind of Loveable