I am a grateful person, I think, but when I get caught up in the striving to protect myself, the frustration of my limitations, and the hoping-to-clean-up my messy life I do a fine dance with discontentment.
And today, when the US of A is getting all grateful on me for lofty things I’m over here thinking, “God, I just want to get through this day in one piece emotionally. And also, it would be nice if I didn’t have to exit the Thanksgiving dinner to dry heave.”
Continue reading Faking the Holiday
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)
Some days I think people misrepresent My Story. And I get really upset. Like, way more upset than necessary. Continue reading Monday’s Confession:
I do most of my writing at night when my pain is too strong for me to lay down. I pace and write. At night it is just me and God; at night my humanness is so very raw and relentless. Continue reading Monday’s Confession:
Brave isn’t traveling solo across the ocean to a foreign hospital for medical help. Brave is getting up every morning and choosing to love&laugh in the face of pain.
Brave isn’t living life with no questions. Brave is facing hard life questions every day and keeping your mental capacity intact. Continue reading Pure Bravery