For many, this year may have felt like one long season of winter or loss – a loss of dreams, loss of hopes, or loss of a beloved family member. But even though we have all experienced loss this year in one way or another, what the prophet Isaiah reminds us is that we have all been given a son.
His goal for me in this life was not for me to stop making messes; instead, I was to sit down at the table of His grace and mercy every time I made a mess. I was to sit down at a place He had already prepared for me because of the messes He knew I would make.
Earned secure attachment occurs step by step, minute by minute, and mile by mile when we tell our stories to an empathetic listener who invites us to see them through a different lens.
I've never been the victim of sexual abuse. But I know plenty of women who have. Women who I love. Women who have cried beside me in the dark, gripped my hands hard sharing stories from the past, and whose souls wear scars they were never meant to wear. When I saw...
Sometimes it’s easy to be full of regret – regret for doing life a certain way for so many years, regret for just now understanding or seeing something you wished you had understood so many years ago, or regret for unhealthy relational dynamics with family or friends....
Moms sacrifice so much to make us the people we are today. It's easy for us to remember their role in our stories, but sometimes we forget (I know at least I do) to remember our moms' stories - where they have come from and what they have had to overcome. I wanted to...
Recently I had a pantry day. Not in the sense of I made my weekly run to the grocery store and unloaded a bunch of food in the pantry (that is something I still need to do this week), but a pantry day in the sense of I needed an enclosed, small space. Because if I've...
Sometimes the heart needs help to remember. I know mine does. It’s not that I don’t want to remember Christ’s death; it’s just that I need help pausing from the hectic pace of lesser things - school, sports, games, work, and deadlines – to remember the main thing –...
For years I thought my prayers had to begin in praise. I even wrote a prayer guide where the first step in any prayer started with a “P” – Praise. But if I’m honest (and when am I not honest?), most of my days I don’t start with praise. It’s not because there aren’t a...
Dear You Who Doesn’t Want to Lament, Yeah. You. I know you don’t want to because I don’t want to. And pretty much all human hearts are the same when it comes right down to it. I know you don’t want to grieve the past or sit in the sadness or lance the wound and let...