Rebellion and insecurity are weak kickstands that are entirely unable to uphold or mobilize divine identity. Live from my mobile office.
“Daughters do not prefer imaginary conversations to real ones.” Words I wrote years ago. Words I’m remembering to live.
As my heart heals, I find that I need something completely different in my relationships: to be a person within my functions, rather to function despite my person.
You never know where inspiration will strike. Today, on an errand to replenish our jelly bean stash, I was suddenly inspired to discuss peace, wisdom and education…you know, light Saturday afternoon topics.
Peace. Peace. Peace be with you.
By way of promoting this video, I’ll just say it offers a prime example of what happens when coconut oil melts mascara. But in other news, Jesus and emotions are such a precious journey when He’s in all the steps of it.
Guys, it’s Day #90. This is a mental milestone for me. When I began this project, my friend Brian said, “No going back. Things become habit in 90 days.” So 90 days became a benchmark of sorts. As I numbered each day’s posting, I would subconsciously calculate its distance from 90. So here’s my 90th […]
Performance, and coming face-to-face with the echoes of striving.
This’ll preach…We absolutely cannot allow others to do the heavy-lifting of our own spiritual well-being. We must become practiced at tending our own souls before the Lord.
On Father’s Day.
Shew. Almost didn’t make it today!
I have met the man. And while we do not agree on much, I cannot be moved from his side. What a precious expression of unity.
If I were looking back at myself ten years from now, what would I want to say to myself?
Perfect submission…all is at rest…
A bad day, yet… Blessed assurance, Jesus is mine. Grace is my story, Love is my song. Breathing of Jesus, all the day long…
If you’re in a room full of people who love you, but don’t really know much about you as a person or help you carry your heart, are you actually alone? Asking for a friend.
A few notes. 1) Sorry not sorry about the makeup part of this. and 2) I have no idea how I talked for 20 minutes. But here’s today’s episode, now that I’ve promoted it so effectively.
The ground is not more firm, per se, but the roots have been driven far deeper.
This morning, I wrapped myself in a blanket and went outside to sit in the morning chill with my coffee and my Bible. As I settled into my chair, the words from Proverbs 18:10 spontaneously settled into my mind: The name of the LORD is a strong tower; The righteous runs into it and is […]
There’s not a snowball’s chance in hell that I don’t have more to do in this life.
Your faithfulness surrounds You like a robe that rests on floors of sapphire | Righteousness and justice hold your throne | All-Present Purifier
Oops! I forgot to post this yesterday, but I promise I did it! (*I guess this is essentially me apologizing to myself for my late homework…)
There’s a sound in my mouth that you authored, in the ancient gates. There’s a fire in my heart that You father, and I’m not afraid. Though there’s dark all around, I arise in the Crowned to unleash the light of praise…and the air shakes
Just a check-in. Today is a rest day.
Side note: Why do I so often have personal epiphanies when I’m weeding?
On Facebook, and whether or not it’s time for me to move on.
Comfort, comfort My people. (Isaiah 40)
Quite frankly, today is not my day to talk.
Free, in the Father’s perspective, is not always external liberation. Sometimes, the freedom comes within.
Confessions of an already-thinking-about-it homeschool mom. And no, I’m not insane.