When I began to realize my tendency toward people-please, coupled with an unhealthy desire for approval and affirmation, I became keenly aware of the power and control that simple words had over me. Here’s how it would play out. I could be having the most terrible, awful, no good, very bad day, but if someone […]
Marriage is hard y’all. But honestly, it’s not the marriage that’s the problem. My heart is the problem. It’s desperately sick. Living with another heart-struggler only reveals the brokenness. I’m so glad I don’t need to be stuck in this place. This weekend was no exception. Do y’all ever fight about something incredibly stupid and […]
Motherhood is hard. We are often overwhelmed, exhausted and weary in the work. In this stage of life we feel guilty. It’s a season to embrace imperfection. It’s a great season.
Recently, while attempting a jog through my neighborhood (attempting being the key word), music was blaring through my headphones and these lyrics stopped me dead in my tracks . . . FEAR KILLS MORE DREAMS THAN FAILURE. I immediately stopped running to catch my breath. Those words hit hard. I wondered how many of my […]
You know what breaks my heart more than almost anything? Hurting people. My child was one of them the other night. We were all tired and I realize that emotions often run on high gear with fatigue. But when I saw the tears running down his face, I knew there was something deeper happening. Boys […]
I remember that day so well. I sat shivering on that slab of ice-cold metal, placed strategically in the middle of a sterile, dismal medical clinic. I wanted to be anywhere but in that place. I was waiting on the results of an image done on my liver. I felt so dependent. And I was […]
The music was loud and crackly. The old, vinyl record was spinning out praise music that made my little heart beat wildly. I danced joyously, lifting my tiny, eight year-old arms. In that moment, nothing else mattered. It was just me and Jesus. There are a lot of things I don’t remember about my childhood, […]
It was late and I was tired. I danced carelessly around my emotional cliff and conditions began brewing for the perfect marital conflict. I don’t remember exactly what was said or done—an all-too-common occurrence with our frivolous arguments—but I do remember my husband was irritating and he was wrong. We didn’t get into a physical […]