Have you ever heard the phrase “you can’t have too much of a good thing”? Well I have. Over. And over. And over. And over. And I used to believe it. In fact, I used to use that statement as my excuse to bombard myself with busyness. Every time I felt myself slipping a little,… Continue reading Too much of a good thing.
Perfect outfit. Perfect Pictures. Perfect home. Perfect life. Right? Well. Sometimes, right. As I'm writing this, I'm sitting in my living room surrounded by pillows on the floor, shoes scattered all over my entryway, dirty dishes waiting to be cleaned, dirty laundry piled up upstairs, and the remains of two graduate papers waiting on me.… Continue reading I’m Perfecting Busyness
“We’ll never know the deep, deep love of God” Those were some of the words that I sang at church this morning before heading back to Kentucky. Those were some of the words that I hummed to between sips of black cherry soda. Those were some of the words that I had 5.5 hours through… Continue reading Five Years Deep
Mary and Martha? I’m speaking from the story from Luke 10 which reads: "As Jesus and the disciples continued on their way to Jerusalem, they came to a certain village where a woman named Martha welcomed him into her home. Her sister, Mary, sat at the Lord’s feet, listening to what he taught. But Martha… Continue reading The Space Between Mary and Martha.
A slice of humble - brownie? Yes brownie. Not pie. Humble. This is such a tricky word sometimes. I try to be humble. But sometimes the line of what being humble becomes blurred with putting yourself down, or being too prideful. That’s right, I said it - too prideful. But how can this be? Aren’t… Continue reading A slice of humble …
Last week something strange happened. I was sitting in my living room Thursday working on a paper and I began to notice something was wrong. I felt a small patch of hives on my upper left cheek forming. But I figured If I let them be, they would go away. I continued working on my… Continue reading Red; bold red.
Have you ever known something was off within yourself - but you have absolutely know idea what that something is? I sure have. That has been my life for the last week or so. Those close to me frequently poke fun at me for always talking about joy, and about constantly and deliberately choosing it.… Continue reading Unraveled to be raveled. (a lesson on choosing joy)
Proverbs 31. I have always found this to be such a daunting chapter of the Bible. In middle school someone told me that with the heart I had, I had the greatest potential to be a Proverbs 31 woman of anyone my age they had seen in a while. Someone else once told me that… Continue reading Seeking 31.
Jump. Don’t jump. Those are the two thoughts that cross my mind as I lifeguard and I make the judgment call as to whether the swimmer is in need of help. I’m a saver. I guard and save lives; it’s what I do. In a split second I have to discern whether I jump into… Continue reading Things Lifeguarding Taught Me Pt. 3: Jump
This past week was the first regular season week of the camp I work at. It was hectic at times. It was jumbled at times. It was overwhelming at times. It was filled with stress at times. It seemed impossible at times. at times. And there is a trend that I picked up on with those… Continue reading Campfire, Convictions, and Childlike Faith
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