Hope creates and maintains a different reality as we learn to untangle ourselves from what we thought it should be. All of the unbecoming in order to become is a messy process but the new reality is unimaginatively better. You will realize that everything that happened was supposed to and you are right where God meant for you to be because you were holding onto hope anyway.
Welcome to the mother ‘hood’: Where you will forever be chasing how to be a better mom. Motherhood is a place where you have no control over anything. The time and day no longer matter. Your purse has officially become a dumpster fire. Showering is optional, coffee is not. Sleep will be nonexistent for the next 18 years, and everyone will have an opinion on how you handle the hood. You will repeat yourself a hundred times just to get shoes on. You will never get to pee alone again and now you get to cross your legs when you sneeze.
This should be the official welcome declaration that is read in the tone of the Miranda Rights to every new mother as she waddles to the bathroom in her hospital mesh underwear just after birth.
Becoming a woman of bold faith is not about perfectly checked church attendance, how much you volunteer, having the best snacks for life groups or having all the answers in Bible study. A bold woman of faith has real, bold, Jesus-glorifying, heart-wrenching, deep-in-the-trenches and fight for God’s truths in the midst of the lies, kind of belief.
4:02 a.m. Something interrupts my sleep in the middle of this twilight – predawn moment. The sound gets louder as I stumble downstairs and the on button to the coffee pot knowing I’ll need more than my usual 10 cup daily limit. Annoyed and barefoot I step out to the back patio with my journal. There my…
I think I suffered friendship PTSD this past weekend. At least that’s what a friend Lisa Jo Baker calls it. She recently wrote a book “Never Unfriended,” and has spent thousands of hours being held hostage to the worry of friendships. If you’ve never experienced gut punches from careless comments and words, then you didn’t…
Nothing says risky like blindly putting a finger on a map and then moving there. That’s what my husband and I did in 1999. We packed up our tiny apartment and daughter and set out for new adventures in Nebraska. Over the years, we bought a home, lost it, bought a new one, finished…