On being Enough

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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 …

Rejection Confessions and a Call to Hope

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I’ve had people tell me – maybe they assume because I write my feelings and stories into the abyss-of-a-universe – that “I must have a million friends” or “I’m sure you’re surrounded,” and kind words along those lines. Bless. Don’t get me wrong. I do have friends. Whom I cannot live without. But I feel compelled to share a confession of sorts, …

Learning how to communicate Vulnerability

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Everything I’m reading and watching and coming to understand about vulnerability points back to the beautiful truth that until I’m honest about my feelings and fears for the sake of deeper relationships, only then will abundant living be an option. Wholehearted living, as Brene Brown says. Vulnerability requires putting myself out there, sharing my needs, risking the fact that I have no …

From a fellow imperfect Mama

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Walking out of the church together, I breathed in her daughter’s pink and purple adorned cuteness as she pushed the stroller toward her car. “How old is she?” I asked. “She’s 9 months,” the mom smiled. “I have an 18 year old and 13 year old son too.” Leaning over, she pulled her daughter’s blanket down to reveal the most delicious rosy …

My Shame Resilience Story

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I tapped the red circle to end the call, slid the back door open, doubled over and bawled. Because after hard phone calls it makes sense to ugly cry into the grass. Chalk it up to a therapeutic watering I offered our droughty, California yard. My heart was racing from stingy words. I gave myself permission to cry and then asked myself, Where …