Anxiety can make you feel like you're all alone in a room full of people, while simultaneously drowning you in wave after wave of everyone else's needs and wants. I'm not sure when I first experienced anxiety, but I'm pretty sure I was in elementary school. Possibly as early as first grade. It likely reared… Continue reading I am Human
No amount of police shaming or race shaming is going to fix what is wrong with our world. Neither will stereotyping, race-baiting, or hashtagging. Truthfully, the color of a person's skin is the least of our worries. Sin doesn't care what color our skin is, it simply looks for a chink in our armor. We don't need other countries to destroy us, they just have to sit back and wait for us to destroy ourselves--to allow sin to destroy us, one choice at a time.
The world is falling apart around us, and the news is overzealously covering it, social media has once again elected itself judge, jury and executioner; and God hasn't just been forgotten, he has been turned into a disease too many people want to be vaccinated against. Humanity's problem isn't guns, or even racism. Humanity's problem… Continue reading Hashtag This.
An ideal day in my world very rarely includes anyone other than my husband and children. I've never been comfortable being in front of a group of people, or really putting myself out there, because 'out there' is a very judgmental place. Why then, do I hear the faint pounding on the door of my… Continue reading Eviction: Comfort Zone!
Three days ago we scattered my father's ashes in the Puget Sound. A place he'd always loved. The week leading up to the memorial was rough and emotions ran high with everyone. I wanted nothing more than to forget about the whole thing and keep my father's ashes on my shelf, because as soon as they were removed from their place of honor, lonliness enveloped me. He'd been there since February, a constant companion in my home. It was time to let him go, but I wasn't sure I was ready.
I knew when I started this journey it wasn't going to be easy, but somehow I didn't expect it to be quite so difficult either. My love and Faith in God isn't wavering--it's growing deeper and stronger-- but I'm floundering. For every step in the right direction I take, I seem to take a hundred steps back the way I came. I don't want to be the person I was. I didn't like her much then, and I'm really not a fan of her now.
Not long ago my husband and I contemplated purchasing a home, but as we began the process we quickly realized my student loans were going to be a huge (like $72,000 huge) hurdle. This led to our first aha moment. Even though this wasn't really a positive thing for us, and it was a huge disappointment, it came to be a huge blessing.
Some days are easier than others. There are great days, and then there are days when I'd rather never get out of bed again. On those days even sunshine doesn't seem as bright, and I am reminded just how imperfect I really am.
Even if it makes me out to be "overly-sensitive", I will not confuse my children by participating, or allowing them to participate in something that at the very core marks what is wrong with our society. Words and actions affect people. The date on the calendar doesn't change that.
Since the day I got down on my knees and asked Jesus to guide me through this life, to save me from the person I'd become, and to fill me with his Holy and loving Spirit, I've seen my life change before my eyes. Some days are easier than others, but each day brings me… Continue reading God’s Work in My Family