i’ve been feeling like it’s time to emerge from my quiet cocoon. It has been a beautiful, healing place, and I’m thankful for it, but there is a gentle nudge inviting me back into this forum. It will be a year since I lost my sister - february 24th - it’s coming up and I …
Therapy is like an unwelcome friend that barges into your house at the most inconvenient times... and camps out on your couch. You love your friend, but really? Right now? Just when you wanted to settle in with book 5 of Harry Potter and get lost for a while. I've had lots of counseling... loads. …
Summer is a wasteland. A floating myriad of lost hours and extra daylight. We make a point of doing nothing on purpose around my house in the summer, just to balance out all the "have to's" of the school season. It is the way I do it, which doesn't say much for the way it …
(For part one, click here) (For part two, click here) Ally opened her eyes. The sun shone warm on her skin, the sand beneath her was her cradle. She lay very still, listening to the sound of the waves caressing the sand. The night had passed and the sky was once again a clear, brilliant …
Continue reading "Ally: The Story of an Ocean Girl (part 3, the star song)"
To read part one go here Ally spent hours going deeper and deeper into the ocean, trying to stop the ache in her heart. She learned how to dive under the strong waves and ride them back to the shore. She swam out over the reefs and explored the intricate lace of the coral, making …
Continue reading "Ally: The story of an ocean girl (part two, dark night of the soul)"
it's not that easy, coming out of hiding. let's be real. just ask the Lady of Shallot. the reason we retreat into a safe little hiding place inside is because the world doesn't feel like a safe place to be. we aren't stupid. we know that when we are vulnerable it will be used against …
i opened my eyes this morning and thought - NO! If anyone in this world knew just how tired i am then they would surely tell me i don’t have to get up out of this bed... ever. but then i think about my kids needing lunches made and that we have 15 minutes before …
I looked my 11 year old daughter in her big round, brown eyes. I had called her into the kitchen where I was cooking supper, because i suddenly realized I had said a horrible thing to her and I had to make it right. In those big, beautiful tender eyes I saw fear and dread. I had done that. I had put that dread and fear in her heart that came spilling out of her eyes. She stood there timidly, waiting to hear what I wanted to say and my heart broke a little inside my chest.
It's been a while. I don't know where i've been in my head - but i didn't think it was worth sharing with the 5 of you who read this thing. I can't believe the last post i wrote was waiting to find out if i got the worship pastor position at citychurch... well, i …
editing today. i don't know why but my chest is tight and hurts... maybe it's the gigantic bag of M&M's i tore through. maybe i'm tired. i've been contending for perspective. God's perspective. but... it's hard when you feel all wonky. and i do feel wonky. i've been listening to Kristine Mueller and i've been …
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