how to trade your insecurity for lasting security
Who am I? Who are you? The easy answer can be found on the ID we each carry around in our wallets, but the deeper answer is more difficult to flesh out. I know at my core I struggle with my identity. I look at myself in the mirror and see a woman staring back at me,...
confidence or confident?
Acceptance. It's what I long for, and it's what you long for. I also withhold it from others and myself and so do you. I've been wrestling with my acceptance in Christ because there's a part I play in it as well: I have to accept what God says. I can read his truth...
why yearning to belong is a gift and what you can do with it
Anyone who has played volleyball with me would agree: I spend more time ducking than I do spiking. They know I do not belong on any court involving a flying ball. I also don't belong on a debate room floor as I stumble over my words and respond emotionally rather than...
why rejecting ourself hurts and how to accept ourself
I've been avoiding this post. I've worked on other writing projects and even considered cleaning the floors because I don't want to address the fact that Junior High may not be 25 years ago, but may be 2.5 days ago and maybe I'm not as mature as I think. In Christ we...
how to find your identity and how not to lose it
I've shared my challenges with perfection in the last five weeks and the consequences of making an alliance with perfection has infected my identity. I'm a wife, mother, daughter, friend, writer, homeschooler, worship leader, and in each of these roles I've fallen for...
perfect brokenness perfect completeness
You know that 'thing' that threatens to break you? It's that thing you deny exists and try to run away from? Yeah, that. It's okay, you can turn around and face it. There's hope when you walk towards it and through to the other side because I've lived it. Perfect has...
stepping into grace
I'm doing a lot of confessing here and it's time for another one: I adore fall. I love the beauty in the changing leaves, the crisp temperatures, and the October blue skies. I love watching the farmers gather the crops and the glow of the setting sun on the dried corn...
it’s a break up that continues
I broke up with perfect, but sometimes we get back together. Ugh. Perfect makes itself known in my relationships and it has snared me in the fear of man that steals my authenticity and shapes me into a plastic version of myself. I confessed I was afraid of you and...
breaking up is hard to do… part 1
Last week I gave you a list of things I'm afraid you might not like about me. I listed my hair, snorting when I laugh, sassiness and sarcasm, but the nitty gritty truth of it is this: I have spent far too much time wondering if you like me or if I've offended you....
breaking up is hard to do
I'm a little afraid of what you might think. I'm afraid you won't like my hair or the way I dress or the fact that I sometimes snort when I laugh. What if you don't like my words or the way I express myself? I'm afraid you won't like the way I can sometimes be sassy...
How to embrace the changing colors of our dreams
When I was a little girl I use to dream of family. The kind of family where the mommy and daddy loved each other and the kids basked in the glow of that love. The kind of family where it was a safe place to fail. The kind of family where kids were encouraged to dream...
broken benefits
James 1:2-4 ‘Consider it pure joy my brothers whenever you face trials of many kinds because you know that the testing of your faith develops perseverance. Perseverance must finish its work so that you may be mature and complete not lacking anything.’ So often I want...