The Key to Living Loved

The Key to Living Loved

With my journal pried open. The darkness and doubts of my heart poured out in prayer on the page. My pen awaited His response. His invitation. Spoken to my spirit. And my pen began to write…

Learn to sit still and let my love saturate your soul.

Learn to sit still. (Well, who has problems with that? Ahem.)

Let my love saturate your soul. (But why?)

Learn to live loved. (What?)

As I fumbled through understanding this invitation, I was reminded of a mundane activity I had just engaged in.Continue reading

What Is Your Invitation?

What Is Your Invitation?

I was already disappointed as I nestled into a dimly lit corner of my local coffee shop. My soul was desperate to be refreshed by God’s presence, but already the moment was not living up to my expectation.Continue reading

Weary and Waiting for Some Relief?

Weary and Waiting for Some Relief?

I’m tired. I am on a 800 calorie a day diet. Don’t ask. It’s that time of the month. My kids are at each other and I’m already exhausted visualizing myself as their summer referee. Ugh!

How about you?

So what do we do when we are weary from working hard and waiting for some relief?Continue reading

I still don’t really get it

I still don’t really get it

Do you ever wonder if your kids really get it? Like the heart behind giving. Or why the new kid in school needs a friend. We spend so much time sharing information and trying to steer them in the right direction, but how do we know when they really get it?

Other moms tell me we will know when they are grown. But sometimes we will get small glimpses of what has sunk into their heart, hopefully now.

Take the drawing above.Continue reading

My Fight for Freedom

My Fight for Freedom

I have fought this fight before, but this time is different. It’s a new journey. A new day. Because as elementary as it may sound, the Lord has been teaching me to let him lead. Just him.

You see I am a recovering control-freak who has often-forged forward with what I think are God-ideas. But in my own strength. In my own time. In my own way.

Anyone else?

The problem with this particular area is that I have succeeded in the short-term, but over the long haul I had retraced my old steps.

This time I was desperate for change. I knew I couldn’t live like this any longer. My feet hurt. My back ached. And I was oh so tired. I possessed zero energy and motivation to pull up my bootstraps and try on my own.

Desperation was the very place God met me. Continue reading