What happens when girls who have known each other through wayward children, job changes, ludicrous mistakes, relocations, and almost born grand-babies come together around brunch as an excuse just to laugh in the presence of love, eggs, Jesus, and lipstick? We mend our souls and conquer the world.
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.
Rise, and have no fear. Enter Jesus. Why don’t we believe him when he tells us who he is? Because who we believe he is will either weigh enough in our hearts when he says “Rise, have no fear.” or it won’t.
I am in an in-between place. That place where I’m Not This Anymore and I’m Not That Yet. It’s a lot like packing for a trip; I need to decide what to take and what to leave at home. I’m shifting shapes, God is sanding me, and for once I’m not resisting. All in all,… Continue reading job turbulence, choppy seas, and moving from fear to fierce