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Receiving…
My strong friends, the ones who meet the needs around them are the first to offer what they have, and the last to ask for what they need. These women (and men) pour themselves out on behalf of others, and they sometimes forget that they need filling too.
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Puzzle pieces…
The grief of that reality has filled in a bit in the past few years. All my good intentions, my vows, and even my sacrifices could not protect them from life, or from me. My hopes slid down my face, as they began their own journeys into the unknown. They were raised with love and brokenness. I think that’s really all we have to give.
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Walking through the transitions…
My social media feeds have been full of friends doing hard things for the past few weeks. One friend moved her 16-year-old into college and watched her drive down the road for the first time… in the same week. Another said goodbye to her adult son who is moving several states away. I saw a momma’s sweet post about her boy going to full day kindergarten. Oh, sister. None of this is easy. Share this...FacebookPinterestTwitterLinkedin
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Managing the gauges
I think about the video games my kids played. They had gauges measuring life, health, fire power, or strength. As the kids moved through the game, interactions might increase or decrease the health, strength, or fire power of a character. They were always looking at the life gauge that indicated when the game had come to an end.
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Self-care in real life…
When I am weary to the bone, depleted mentally and physically, I often need good old-fashioned rest. I need the get off the ride and allow the world to stop spinning.
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Gently now…
So, I’m giving myself permission to move slowly, to be where I am, and to let go of the need to have it all figured out. I’m resisting the urge to find a book, diet, organizational method, or financial plan that will help me whip my life back into shape and move on. Instead, I am leaning into solitude, rest, and time to create the environment where true healing and restoration can occur.
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On path picking…
I am looking for ways to love and live well, right were I am. I am spending more time praying about how I live than where we go from here.
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At the table…
When did sharing a meal become a revolution? And yet, for us it is combatting isolation and distance that threatens our ability care and share in our hectic world.
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I am both…
Too often, we expect growth and maturity to lead from weakness to strength, but the people I admire are those who recognize maturity is not a linear journey but one that embraces the messiness of our whole hearts.
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On bailing…
Sometimes, our life can be overwhelmed by waves that seemingly come out of nowhere. In those times, we don’t need someone to tell us how we could have avoided this situation, but we simply need someone to help.