After a week of life bombarded by horror and tragedy, we have all struggled to wrap our heads around how this life can be filled with so much pain and suffering. During times like these, when the weight of the world is too heavy to bear, I find myself desperate to seek out moments of goodness and kindness and joy. And I'm guessing your soul needs the same. So today, we seek these moments together — Where life is cherished, and laughter is un-containable. Where the smallest and least of these are honored and shown respect. And the legacy of unconditional love is forged through years of beginning again. Where unexpected grace abounds with no thought of profit beyond the pure joy that comes in the pouring out. Continue Reading
God’s Longing is to BE our Soul-Deep Motherhood Legacy
It’s a story I’ve spent many years creating, and the reminder is collaged along my office cabinets as a memory marker each morning of all that is good and precious in motherhood. A legacy I once believed could never be mine. A story I was convinced would not be able to withstand the chains of a broken past. It’s not a perfect story by any means. But it is a beautiful story. One steeped in redemption and lavished with the truth of God’s everlasting love. Legacies written in grace and mercy are always beautiful. ←Tweet This! Perhaps like me, you know what it’s like to grow up in a home filled with anger and abuse…to breathe in worthless and exhale shame. Perhaps you remember the blows and searing pain of rejection… to be cast out by a parent who should have loved you deeply. Continue Reading
The Blessing Project: Journey to the High Places
It punctured the air like an overblown balloon suddenly exploding at the height of a well-planned celebration. And left behind were broken shards of childhood pain inflicted in the most vulnerable of her years-middle school. The thoughtlessly delivered pain of a few penetrated her heart, settled in and dislodged all past affirmations and soul truths from their high places. At a time when egos are fragile and the future teeters on every insult uttered, the identities of our children can suffer greatly. Hearts become entangled in the thistles and thorns of life, and one valley can be felt deeper than the height of all mountains combined. And as much as our mother-hearts long to protect and nurture and escort our children into young adulthood beautifully whole, no child is immune to Continue Reading
Forever #Pre-Approved
It’s my favorite place, this chunky red chair tucked within the corner, a sanctuary surrounding the peace of winter’s foggy mornings. This place of sinking and settling in to safety, where God breathes life into my bones and whispers affirmations to a soul always needing reminded of a father’s love. The memory surfaces in this space of emptying; I’ve learned to trust the timing. And it’s really not about the memory as much as it is the message. Once buried deeply and clinging to the fragile walls of this little-girl-heart. For too many years steering and driving toward an endless search for approval and belonging. Continue Reading