I am not one to sit still. Anyone who steps into my shadow for a day needs to rise early and lace up their most comfortable running shoes. From the moment my feet hit the floor, my to-do list begins cycling in my head. I would be the first to admit that I like filling my shoes with capable and self-sufficient. But what I've experienced is that my strengths can quickly become my downfall. Simply put, I struggle with being still long enough to let God work. I wrestle with not taking things into my own hands, especially when it comes to matters of the heart. As I write this, the struggle continues. In my core, I know I shouldn't take back what I've surrendered at least 100 times. But in my head, it plays out differently, and harnessing those thoughts chomping at the bit to take Continue Reading
Why We Can’t Let Go of Hope: Even When the Odds are Against Us
Drizzling rain slows traffic as I weave my way 15 minutes to home. I’m not usually traveling this time of day, and any other day, I would have been school-girl giddy to leave the four walls of my office. But today is the day of telling, of branding…positive or negative. Never has “positive” been so undesirable, and never has” negative” taken on such a hopeful and optimistic meaning. The click of my heels up the walk strikes louder today. Sweet magnolia fragrance hugs the air just long enough for me to take notice. They’ve been in bloom for months, but just captured my attention in this space of time. The gardeners have already cut the grass, and the manicured symmetry is stunning in the sunlight. Why is it our senses awaken when life threatens to hit hard? I try to live in Continue Reading