But, if I made a good choice, dare I even say, a wise choice…then it’s fair to ask myself what I’ve gained and what I’ve lost for the better.
I’m gonna tell you a little story inspired by my friend’s post today at Therapy For Black Men. When my husband and I were dating, I would commonly take a back road from his house to mine. The highway wound through the foothills along the Cascade Mountains north of Seattle and connected both our houses.Continue reading “Listen To Your Gut.”
I hear it and read it all the time. But mostly I see it: people who have barricaded themselves inside walls built by trauma, lies, fear. It doesn’t mater who built these walls. What matters is that the walls are still standing. And sometimes I think we actually repair these walls around us. We reinforceContinue reading “You Are Not Too Damaged. You Are Not Broken Beyond Repair: God Is Enough!”
I am learning something so substantial, so weighty in all of this, that God sees the brokenness inside me and his response is not to shame me, his response is to remind me of who I am and to remind me of what actually matters. Because, deep deep deep inside of us, what sin has broken isn’t our perfection, it’s our identity. It has broken who we are. Our souls. Our cells.
The Church isn’t missing anything. It doesn’t need more stuff or programs or even money…it just needs YOU!
Imagine that you have fallen into deep waters, but it’s your first time to swim. Fighting just to get a breath in; & then someone hands you a screaming child, a stack of paperwork, a bunch of trainings & appointment reminders. Then imagine being expected to complete it all while keeping yourself & that terrifiedContinue reading “You Don’t Have To Be A Foster Parent To Change A Foster Kid’s Life”
Let me just tell you that when I fell in love with my husband I fell HARD. Like I lost my mind. My grades dropped. I barely slept. I couldn’t get enough. I was basically obsessed.
I found this coin when I was 10 years old. I was camping about an hour east of Seattle, deep in the mountains, and as I walked barefoot through the camp sites I suddenly felt something underneath my feet that seemed out of place. I looked down to see a square coin, and couldn’t believeContinue reading “I Collect Dead, Dying Things. I Collect Brokenness.”
I’ve heard God doesn’t make mistakes. I’ve heard it is impossible… Everything about you. Your nationality, your skin color, gender, hair texture. How expressive or reserved you are. How introverted or extroverted you are. Your ability to sing or create art or to fearlessly barrel race horses. Your laugh. NONE OF IT IS A MISTAKE.Continue reading “God Doesn’t Make Mistakes, So It’s Impossible For You To Be One”
How to identify and stop generational curses.