Tag Archives: Brokenness


It’s not just chance that I am always wearing some clothing with color, and sometimes A LOT of color all at one time. Neither did I randomly discover the rainbow one day and decide to use it as fashion inspiration. That would be a fun story but that’s not it.

My wearing of color(s) is a deliberate choice I make daily. Every time I put on clothing with color it’s my tip o’ the hat to CHOOSING LIFE.

A year ago when I was still steeped in depression, but pretending I was okay, getting dressed was the worst.thing.ever. Most days the act of keeping myself alive took everything I had. Continue reading #wearcolordaily

When Messy Is Just So Messy

A year ago I was in the middle of the worst faith crisis of my life. I felt like God had completely left me down emotionally, and physically my body was freaking out. Let me explain “freaking out”: rapidly losing weight, unable to keep food down, in excruciating pain, so tired I could fall asleep standing up and in so much pain I would scream in my sleep if I was laying down, having panic attacks hourly, nose bleeds, vomiting, a lot of vomiting, diarrhea, stomach cramps, dizziness, and body tremors. Continue reading When Messy Is Just So Messy

Monday’s Confessions: I’ve Handled Relationships Poorly

I love people and making new friends and socializing. It’s my nature. But I have a fatal tendency to destroy my best relationships.

No really! I do!

I would love to blame stuff on circumstances or personalities or differences but the reality is that I’m better at making friends than keeping them. And I don’t know how you are but for me I cannot multitask emotionally when under stress. Someone always gets cut. Or burnt or hurt. Continue reading Monday’s Confessions: I’ve Handled Relationships Poorly

Monday’s Confession (on a Wednesday)

Last evening the people who loved me most gathered around me and battled for my heart – for redemption, for revival, for renewal – and we fought together against the destroyer-of-all-things-good. Spiritually I felt so “clouded over” and emotionally I felt wounded beyond repair. But the clouds parted and God reached down from heaven and said, “She’s mine; she’s all mine!” Continue reading Monday’s Confession (on a Wednesday)