Tag: Prayer

Bearing

I am tired In my flesh Triggered Abandoned Broken-hearted I am resentful Unable to be perfect Unable to arrive Human I am not willing to justify my actions to those who have yet to live anything near the last 35 years of my life…

2, Fix You

Anyone who stops learning is old, whether at twenty or eighty. Anyone who keeps learning stays young.
– Henry Ford

Pray

Sometimes I turn the simplest, most needed act of love and relationship into a demanding drudgery. Other times, I listen.

Becoming Beloved

Consider it a sheer gift, friends, when tests and challenges come at you from all sides. You know that under pressure, your faith-life is forced into the open and shows its true colors. So don’t try to get out of anything prematurely. Let it do its work so you become mature and well-developed, no deficient in any way.
James 1:2-4

R826

Oh, Pappa, this has been a day.  One where I had expectations of savored memories in these last precious days before things begin to change in big and permanent ways, only to have nothing turn out as I imagined.  First world probs, I know,…

#TimesUp #MeToo

I feel like we’re living in history making days.  Things are shifting.  Big things.  Terribly uncomfortable, but incredibly necessary things. The #MeToo and #TimesUp movements have brought much to light for many in our country.  There’s a feeling of our entire country being overwhelmed by…

Their Discomfort is Not Your Shame

  I have spent a decade recovering from my husband’s betrayal.  I often refer to that event as the beginning of great change in my entire family’s lives.  Betrayals in marriage make others uncomfortable.  Some of our closest family members have created distance between…

Process

A (n unkind) gesture A package The scab is peeled off   The heartbreak Attempted stuffing The dam is open wide   The listening The comfort My heart begins to fill   Some memories Rich laughter The wound begins to heal More laughter More…

Family Secrets

Every family has them, right?  It’s just how things happen in this American culture, especially in the generation before mine, which I often call the “sweep it all under the rug” generation.

My “Me”

  My “Me” without Parental influence, is on her feet, poised in a defensive stance born of too many betrayals by those she has loved deepest and hardest, prepared to defend her “self,”  yet once more, against the ugly and hurtful accusations of addiction…

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