I find it comforting that the last book, the final page I turned on the eve of 2018 was Hinds Feet for High Places. This humble read moved me to tears as I read the allegorical journey of faith, trust and transformation. With candles lit and our home cozy inside, I found a familiar question surface: what are my goals …
We turn the light on to help someone find their way home. Even if home is not here, but over there. Down the street. Or across the world. A small light leading toward a familiar feeling that we may not yet have words for. It was Tay who first turned on a light that is still leading me home. She …
* This post is dedicated to Mandy and anyone who feels like they have to dim themselves to be loved. I spoke with a friend just now, walking all over our neighborhood. For an hour plus. I listened as she shared honest words about how she’s dimmed to keep peace in relationships. She’s dimmed in order to be loved. Is …
Hi friend, I’m sitting on the porch drinking a coconut La Croix, pretending it’s still summer (I know all you fall people are jumping into your boots and rocking your scarves and drinking yo’ pumpkin lattes) but honestly, I’m over here trying not to have a panic attack in anticipation of fall leading to winter! Because moving from CA to …
Lying down. The moment I lay down next to him in his cozy bed, he opens his mouth. Out pours all the pain underneath of what we just experienced to be a three-hour angry outburst. Words come. Tears follow. I hold him and his brave elementary age, boy-man tears while he shares and talks and asks and processes. He experiences, …
Before school Ty suddenly collapsed with sobs. Headfirst in my lap. People. This huge-hearted boy’s tension is always surrounding people. This time? School recess. As if the playground opens an overwhelming abyss of, how do I love and play with every person at once? He shared about the day before. His buddy played with another friend. Two buddies joined up with …
** endorsed by my hubby, Bryan ** “Tell the truth” is my favorite line at the end of the compelling based on-a-book movie, The Help. Something about Kathryn Stockett’s words, tell the truth, root themselves deep and inspire me to live in my truth, stand in my space, walk on my path forward into wholeness, healing and living alive. Living alive …
Recently I had a sit-on-the-floor/stand-on-a-chair experience, which happens when I get suuuuper passionate. Which is often. On Instagram I shared about wanting to unclimb the Someone ladder and was struck with reverent surprise at your responses. Email after email of “me too.” Which prompted more sitting and chair standing and passionate exclaiming and having to sit down (again) so this …
I’m honored to introduce you to our 4th of July guest, Jodi Grubbs, an incredible writer and lover of community and connection. I first met Jodi when she reached out for writing coaching and I’ve loved journeying with her, learning her story, and a plus is that she’s become a valued friend. Be on the lookout for her words because …
I’m not a fan of the phrase, Choose Joy. There. I said it. Hopefully we can still be friends. I love the concept. I’m all for deciding upon a positive desire and chasing after utter contentment with everything in me, but the truth is, I’ve tried to choose joy and came up empty. Perhaps I’m desiring the idea of what …