For years, I believed that living without shame was like living without blood...there was just no way I could ever do it. Every morning, I would put my shame on like a dress around my heart. My "shame dress" was heavy and colored with guilt, dishonor, self-reproach, and humiliation. Inside I was a wreck. Yet like a typical shame sufferer, I kept it to myself. The only thing worse than the shame I was carrying was others knowing what was really going on in my heart. What was I so ashamed of? My shame came from my poor relationship with Jesus. You see, I knew that I needed to be seeking Him more, reading more, praying more and feeling more...something. However, I came up empty-handed every time. I could not get the hang of this Christianity thing. Was a relationship with Continue Reading
When We Need A Timeless Love Story
Sometimes we need a timeless love story. The kind that makes us want to stay awhile. Because in the lingering, we find hope and an invitation to believe in something greater than ourselves and our own story. Sometimes we need a timeless love story to remind us that there's more. That there really is a love that remains steadfast and true, no matter what. Sometimes we need a timeless love story to remind us of what pain and loneliness try to make us forget... He never walks away. We are never abandoned. We are always welcomed home. Tough Love... Tender Love... Redeeming Love... Forgiving Love... Relentless Love... Not because of who we are or what we do... But in spite of it~ Enjoy before you leave... And Continue Reading
When Marriage Needs a God Intervention
"Better a small serving of vegetables with love than a fattened calf with hatred." Proverbs 15:17 (NIV) Eleven years together called for a celebration. So we tried. We really did. And in an effort to recreate the magic of our wedding night, we dined on lobster and steak and booked a room for the night. This time instead of the Rocky Mountains, we overlooked the Atlantic. From the outside our lives sparkled like the earrings Tim gave me that night. But on the inside our hearts had become hardened toward one another. Because while we still loved each other, we loved ourselves more. It was either his way or my way, never our way. Without a God intervention, we were on course for divorce. Our words were few that night. I determined it was better to chew my food than the aftermath of Continue Reading