The phrase I keep thinking is that something has to give. That something? It’s me.
There is something sacred about finding a landing place, a home that is restful and joyful and calls your soul to something higher.
By spending all my energy trying to impress others and constantly worrying about other people's approval first, I basically tell God that His opinion isn't all that important.
Hesitating to hope and being afraid to ask for what I really want for fear of disappointment are not healthy spiritual practices. I wonder the ways that I would see our faithful, loving God would show up if I simply started truly asking him for the things I hope for.
Maybe it isn’t about my resolutions and what I can accomplish on my own strength.
“I just love hearing my kids and grandkids call out my name,” he explained, still beaming. “And I love watching and looking out over all of them. They all have such different personalities and I just look at them like wow… We created our very own tribe.”
What would it look like for me to be ok with my own brokenness? I’m asking myself this question sitting in a coffee shop (no one is surprised) because I realized that I’m not. I’m not ok with my own brokenness. I know it’s there. I am consistently working on becoming more like Christ. But …
I am a big fan of words - if having a blog doesn't tell you that already. I believe words have power - almost as if they are living things. They move and breathe and give life to things that we couldn't experience without them. I am a big fan of words in the context …