Why our words matter
Words matter. Big time. I have kept a journal for as long as I can remember. I would start one and write feverishly for a week or two (that's about as long as my consistency lasted) and then it would dwindle down to every once in a while for a vomiting venting...
why social media makes me apprehensive
I recently joined the social media scene..... ....for the third time. I know. It makes me look rather flibberty-jibbet and totally unpredictable and not dependable. ugh. Confession? I didn't like the 'comparison-itis' or the slimy, gossipy feeling I had when I clicked...
can you hear the silence speak?
There have been seasons in my life when I felt I couldn't 'hear' God. It felt like he was far, far away. I felt abandoned. I felt forsaken. There have been different reasons for those seasons of silence. Once, I was wanting God to move on my behalf, but he was...
do you want a hiding place?
I sometimes want to hide. But my attempts fail. If I am not visible to my lovelies, then their voice seeks me out: 'Mom?' Mo-o-o-mmm?' 'Where are you?' Someday I might be able to go to the bathroom without having to announce my plans. Maybe someday I won't have to...
what happens when God is silent?
Silence gives me anxiety. I find silence disconcerting. If silence lingers I think of a way to fill it. If silence lingers I wonder if I have done something wrong. If silence is accompanied by scowls, I grow insecure. You see, if I can keep the conversation rolling...
beauty and belief
Beauty and the Beast. I love this story. I even loved the Disney version. (If you get a chance, though, look up the story in a book of fairy tales--beautiful). I use to know the music. I use to sing along to the track in my '76 Thunderbird, pretending to be Belle as...
trails of grace
Trails. Trials. Both these words possess the same letters, but with a flip of two letters we have a whole new word. Trials lead us to blaze new trails. But sometimes trails lead us right into trials. There have been trails that I have hesitated to follow because I...
taming of the shrew
I took a Shakespeare class once upon a time. Most people thought I was crazy; I thought I was maybe smart, however, I think they must have been right! Anyway--I loved the sound of the poetry, the syntax, and the obscure way Shakespeare presented a thought. Who knew...
belief required
Belief. We can say we believe, but do we? When the way grows rough and the storm looms close do we believe as much as we did when the way was smooth and the skies clear? When it feels like you cannot catch your breath because the waves are crashing with increasing...
desperate
Desperation. It's one of those emotions that I try to avoid at all costs. Desperation reeks of humiliation. If I'm desperate for something then I have to embrace/admit the truth that I don't know everything. I have to accept the fact that I cannot do something on my...
holy confidence
I come from a line of frugal, do it yourself, 'where there is a will there is a way' kind of people. It's a legacy I appreciate as it has served me well. But like with all good things, there can be an edge to it. An edge that says, 'I've got to take care of this'. In...
soul imprint
My soul imprint is probably a little screwed up. A little. A lot. It varies day by day. I take comfort in knowing that you too have a little mess-up in your life. It makes me not feel alone. And yet that solidarity can be a trap. It can fool us into thinking that we...