To the Weary Writer Who Wants to Quit: I see you. I know you. I am you. You have words—so many words inside of you. You have a message, a story, a calling you want to share with the world. And you’ve done all the things—all the things they say to do. You made a
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My life motto should really be “I try.” You guys, I try so hard. I really do. But so often it just doesn’t quite work out. Case in point: last night's dinner. I had it all planned out. Having done take out several nights this week, I committed to making a nice home made meal.
I just received word that JOEY is being reprinted again!!! That makes 4 hardback printings and 6 softcover printings!!! You guys, never (like never ever) could I have imagined I would write those words!! I just need a moment to give praise where praise is due.... Before launching JOEY my greatest fear was that it
When your story doesn’t have a happily-ever-after Once upon a time I told God that I would never write a book that would make people cry. I should have known better than to do that. After all, I also recall, at different points in my life, telling God that I would never marry a man
You've been called by God, but what if everybody else gets there first??? My daughter doesn't just get hungry. She gets hangry! When that girl needs a meal, we all know about it! Normally a sweet, loving girl, her entire personality transforms when her belly demands food. And when that happens...watch out! And get the
When You Feel Overwhelmed Take it One Bite at a Time I stare at the offending room. The clutter and chaos taunt me. My kitchen has become a giant (and maddening) game of whack-a-mole!! It’s clean—it’s cluttered. It’s organized—it looks like a bomb exploded. It’s lemon-fresh—dear heavens what died in here?!?! It is an ongoing
The Scent of God's Love: Surely it Smells Like Listerine I snuggle my eight-year-old self under the quilt, reveling in the decadent space of a queen-sized bed. I rub my cheek against the feather-soft pillowcase and breathe deeply. An intensely comforting aroma fills my nostrils as Listerine and Bengay forever intermingle with the memory of
Dear kids, I love you two more than you can imagine—more than my own life or happiness. I love you with a forever love. A fierce love. A protective love. A love which is stronger than my desire to make you happy every second of the day. Don’t get me wrong, I want you to
Tonight I sat on my teenage son’s bed, fighting back tears as he asked me if I thought he would ever get shot at school. It was the first time I’ve seen real fear on his face—fear born from the stark realization that life-altering, life-ending violence can happen anywhere. And I hate it. I hate
#nofearFriday It's #nofearFriday and today we are tackling identity and fear. What do you think? Can identity influence fear? Does confusion over our true identity cause us to be more fearful? I think the Bible gives strong evidence to suggest it does. I also believe that the secret to living a fear less life is