A Tiny Word of the Year with Huge Consequences
I’m hesitant to share my word of the year. The word you pick is supposed to be impactful, right? It should frame your year, keep you focused, and be a theme. I don’t want the word I picked as my
A Warrior Defined … Not By Might
I wanted to be stronger, not the loser I felt like most of the time, so I chose WARRIOR as my word of the year. That was in 2016, 10 years ago. Back then I thought warrioring involved things like
The World Needs More Warriors
The world needs more warriors. Flipping through the channels the other day, I happened upon one of those magazine shows. You know the kind where they seem way too excited about something devastatingly sad. I saw two segments and then
Finding Purpose Over Spilled Meatballs
I’ve been thinking a lot about purpose lately. I’m reading Jennie Allen’s book, Made for This, and in Chapter 2, she suggests setting aside an hour to pray for God’s anything in your life. This prayer involves letting go of
Writing from the Depths and Getting Real
Writing is not for the faint of heart. I’ve often thought about closing my laptop and giving up on this writing dream. Those close to me have heard me whine and whisper words of defeat so much, they don’t bat
Three Things I Learned from the Middle of a Trial
I’m in the middle of a trial. Not a jury and judge trial, but the kind you’re supposed to “count it all joy” and be thankful for. Being thankful for hardship seems a little on the crazy side and not
A Lost Streak and Two Questions for You
I messed up my perfect streak. I missed writing my blog post in November. It totally slipped my mind. You might not realize this, but I try to write you a blog every month of the year, and for the
How I Handle the Questions of Life
I’m embarrassed to share this, but I sometimes have questions. Faith questions. The big world overwhelms me, and I melt under the noise of thousands upon thousands who seem to not even notice their creator. The masses move with certainty,
The Day I Realized I’m Not Invisible
Sometimes I wonder if I’m invisible. I know I’m not, but sometimes it seems like other people don’t even notice I’m here. Like when I’m walking down the street, and they come straight at me. My husband says I need
Did You Think It Would Be Easy?
Where did I get the idea life shouldn’t be so hard? Am I the only one surprised by how “not easy” the pathway is? This isn’t meant to be a poor-me-life’s-so-hard kind of post. It’s just that I often walk
Check out my short story “The Door” on page 41.
