Remember. It was the first word that came to me during a recent quiet time. And when it did, my mind flashed to this one particular journal from back in 2009 and those raw written words just four pages in and only two weeks into the brand new year. It ended with a verse in...
Back to school week. It’s a little different for everyone on the emotional scale. Some mothers are sending their little ones off for the first time through tears. Others are popping a bottle of champagne in the middle of the street as the school bus drives off. And then there’s the Bill Murrays waking up...
This. This whole blog. These words. These experiences. These lessons. They are my story. The interweaving of my experiences and sorrows and nuggets of truth dug up along the way are working together to create a robe of righteousness I never would have picked out for myself. And sharing them makes me uncomfortable. Because it’s...
It was February 2011. Fresh from an amazing Mexican vacation with my husband, I made a spontaneous decision to attend a women’s retreat. That very month marked the five year anniversary of going off the pill. I was attending the retreat because I wanted a release. To let down the walls. To talk about this...
In the fall of 2010, I read a book on Insecurity. Admittedly, I went into it somewhat cocky. Reading it to support, encourage, and minister to the other girls in our group. But about halfway through, something funny happened. The false confidence of my own measure of security began to crumble. I was blindsided by...
