Today I doubted that God was for me. My body felt my thoughts and refused to rally. Maybe you heard. We had a house fire. This is not going to be one of those times where I say things from my life that you can feel in your life, unless you recently had your wardrobe… Continue reading he saves them all
“Nothing comes from nothing, nothing ever could” as Julie Andrews sang in The Sound of Music (oh my heart, go watch it), and middle seasons are more about designing than producing. Does this sound familiar, is this your season too?
Small is the new centered here in this seeding season.
I want to be free to show up as me, but it’s risky. The Ugly Mirror reflects what my pride keeps trying to hide from me – my semi-formed character. And I need to believe my eyes, but not stare for too long. It’s not the whole story.
Getting our grist milled is not a passive act. The idea of our circumstances being like grist, though, feels super HOPEful to me. What I see as I look at my balled up fists these days is that they are not empty. I’ve got something to work with. My gristy life is my DIY project today.
Watching her walk away always gets to me. Both of them – when they leave me there is always a longing that whispers, Be alright. Stay longer. Are you warm enough? Call me later? Love you. I offer polite silence when people tell me (as if I’m just a wee thing) that this… Continue reading lump-in-throat and yucky-ucky change