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
“God,” I whispered, afraid of uttering aloud the thoughts in my heart. “I wish my son would never have started reading the Bible.” There. I said it. And I meant it—even though the admission brought a fresh wave of tears. I mean what Christian mom doesn’t want her son to read the Bible?? What Bible
Launching hope one story at a time... What is hope? How would you define the word? Trust in a promise? Belief in something? An idea? This weekend I launched my first book. And it was glorious and beautiful; surreal and exciting. But what struck me the most about the day was that the launch of
My fear started off as a warm blanket wrapped securely around my shoulders—protecting me from an ever growing list of potential dangers: Germs. Public speaking. Sharks. Sharing my writing with others. My kids playing outside. Cold coffee. Driving on the highway. Roaches. Submitting a book proposal. Talking to a publisher. Doing a facebook live video.
Five years ago I saw my silhouette reflected in the eyes of a blind horse. That night, as the setting sun transformed the evening sky, I gazed into almond shaped eyes set into the face of a black and white horse. A horse who could see nothing but darkness. I stood before the animal, transfixed.
You may have received some posts from me today in Latin. No, I have not taken up a new language. And no, I am not I am not taking up wood working or app design! But I am working on something...... Stay tuned for a big announcement coming Monday! Thanks for your patience and understanding