Improving my love of life…. through loving God, self and others
I spent some time on the phone with a dear friend recently, she's a member of my tribe, one who truly speaks into my heart and life and lets me do the same for her. We were talking about the difficulty of living with intentionality in all things. We also touched on our thought lives... Continue Reading →
I knew things weren't great in our marriage; in a lot of ways we were just in survival mode - the kids were 4, 2 and 6 months and we were in shock as to how much time and energy they pulled out of us each day. My guy was in a sales role at... Continue Reading →
Every night while I am cooking dinner, this happens. The dogs rush outside to play for about three minutes and then stand at the door, waiting to come back inside. Meanwhile, the two cats are keeping guard at said door, waiting to launch themselves outside, over or under the dogs. Sometimes I will get a... Continue Reading →
Each year we pull out all of the lights, decorations and garland to decorate for Christmas, like most folks. It is a tradition that I relish and my guy does not. This year was a little later than most because we were waiting for our girl to come home and help, she enjoys it about... Continue Reading →
I agree with this 100%.
My daughter wrote this the night before she left for missions school. I love her heart and her faithfulness.
Here I am, sitting on my bed, shielded by my beloved blankets, surrounded by the safety of all the little trinkets and pictures I’ve collected throughout my 20 years of life, and about to embark on this journey. These last few days leading up to my departure, I’ve found myself completely and utterly unprepared for whatever it is that may happen in the next 4 months.
When people ask me where I’m going and what I’ll be doing for the next semester, I usually want to stare in their general direction and make the sound of static that I’m hearing in my brain.
But then instinct (or fear of being labeled as a complete freak) kicks in and I recite a vague and likely misguided monologue about the school I’ll be attending, how long it is, how I got this crazy idea in the first place, etc, etc.
The truth…
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This is such an important topic, I talked with four moms whose teen children are clinically depressed last week. We cannot afford to to ignore it.
Today I went to a tattoo artist, and for $60 I let a man with a giant Jesus-tattoo on his head ink a semi-colon onto my wrist where it will stay until the day I die. By now, enough people have started asking questions that it made sense for me to start talking, and talking about things that aren’t particularly easy.
We’ll start here: a semi-colon is a place in a sentence where the author has the decision to stop with a period, but chooses not to. A semi-colon is a reminder to pause and then keep going.
In April I was diagnosed with depression and anxiety. By the beginning of May I was popping anti-depressents every morning with a breakfast I could barely stomach. In June, I had to leave a job I’d wanted since I first set foot on this campus as an incoming freshmen because of my mental…
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On the plane recently the flight attendant announced that it was time to power down all electronics while we were about to take off. Of course, we know that this practice will soon be extinct, but yesterday the rule was still in place. Immediately I remembered an important email that had to be sent, couldn’t... Continue Reading →
This is a beautiful blog post about the secret and shame of miscarriage, I had to share it.
What a great post by someone who is probably half my age and so very wise….
I was watching something recently, where two characters were fighting. Now, these characters are smart. But they fought and argued over the silliest things. And it got me wondering about how we have this tendency to turn most disagreements into full blown arguments and fights.
We have this inherent need to be in the right. To justify our actions and claims. And to disagree with others who may not uphold our views. I do that too, you know.
But is every fight worth the fight? The answer is no.
On an average, we tend to disagree with most people. And that’s okay. Disagreements are good, because they demonstrate vibrancy and pave way for a more nuanced view of looking at that situation or life in general. But sometimes, we get caught up in justifying ourselves that we forget that disagreements are, in reality, quite good for us. A different perspective doesn’t necessarily…
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