You know how people say, “Your life can change in a moment?” I would hear this all the time and always freaked out, anticipating that moment. When the phone would ring, I would say, “Is this it?” The life-changing moment could be, a health diagnosis, an accident or a confession. Honestly, you just don’t know when that life-changing moment will happen or how it will be packaged up for you.
Read MoreImagine a throne room — immense in expanse, splendor and beauty. All around you are silhouettes of creatures unknown yet familiar. Deafening, rhythmic, glorious; their melodies fill the air. It’s a scene like one never imagined, stretching and bending before the glorious seat of majesty. It’s intoxicating.
Read MoreI’m eight years old and I’m watching my mom dance around in the cool, evening air in nothing but underwear and a t-shirt. My stepdad John keeps asking her to please come inside and eat something. She’s laughing and babbling about fireworks.
Read MoreBecoming a mom was the greatest joy and most clearly answered prayer I’d ever received. Sure, I’d received answers to other prayers, but this one I could touch, I could physically hold close to my heart. There was a new meaning to my life, and a new name, Momma.
Read MoreI approach the scene where it will all take place. I try to blend in with those around me, afraid I’ll be seen. I’m not here to make a spectacle of the situation. I’m here to mourn.
It’s Friday.
Read MoreI am embarrassed by my wood floors right now.
Tread carefully, Kindreds. Wear socks as you walk around or you might just pick up debris that should have been vacuumed weeks ago. I think to myself, “You should see it.” But I really don’t want you to. The hardened and stuck pieces of food around the stove. The chocolate chip stain on the kitchen rug. The sticky drops of who-knows-what by the trashcan, which I avoid looking at directly.
Read More“Live by grace, not perfection,” insists the Hobby Lobby wall decor in my bathroom. What a nice sentiment. It’s a memorial plaque to when I realized perfectionism was crippling my life — before I returned again to the deceptive lover.Right now there’s a spider web hanging just above the chic sign, it’s paired with a framed fern leaf and a naked nail, where I need to hang one more decoration. Because you must hang wall decor in odd-numbered groups. Even numbers look awkward.
I posted a photo of this wall decor on Instagram once with Paul’s words:
Read MoreI am the girl who loves fully but can also hate with utter passion anyone who hurts my loved ones. And far too often, I am the girl who refuses to let go of anyone’s wrongs. Instead, I find myself looking for ways to inflict the same — or greater — amount of pain in return. Of all my sinful tendencies, I would argue that this is the worst.
Read MoreOver a year ago, my betrothed and I were burdened in our hearts to move to the desert of Phoenix. I knew God was leading us. I was told. I was affirmed. I was excited. The newness of it all wore off when we arrived and my electric blue Volkswagen Beetle burned my hand as I was shutting its trunk in the 122-degree weather.
Read MoreI was a Sociology major in my undergraduate career. People always asked me what I wanted to do with a major that studied individuals and cultures. Every time I would respond that I wanted to go into social work. Now two years later I am one year away from receiving my Masters in Social Work. Already it has been a journey full of growth and understanding more about the biblical perspective of what it means to help people through their life story.
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