Tag: lonliness
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BREATH MY ONLY BOUNDARY
HI Y’ALL! I appreciate all your sweet messages and thanks for checking on me. In answer to the two questions I get asked most: YES I am still writing and YES I am still in seminary. In fact, I have been writing up a storm and am set to graduate in May. And in addition…
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On Shame and Healing
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How does hiding ignite shame? How does honesty invite healing? I recently explored these questions with my friend Shannon as part of our Summer Book Club on Jesus Over Everything by Lisa Whittle. A few weeks ago, we had a great Instagram Live discussion on Lisa’s chapter 7: Honesty over Hiding. (If you missed Part…
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On Toleration & Celebration
I believe God loves me but often struggle with the idea that he LIKES me. I trust fully in Jesus and am thankful to receive his forgiveness, but I sometimes catch myself slinking around in the corners of the Kingdom hoping no one will notice how much I don’t belong. Deep down, I hold an…
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WAIT
a poem about suffering and what it means to W A I T what I wouldn’t give to rise from this window seat of longing and brave my way into the gray and through the gray to part the veil that obscures life from Light drown this sorrow in your river; crystal, to its verdant…
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How My Fear Became Faith
Fear was my father’s favorite game and one I learned to play at four years old. With gleaming green eyes and a wicked sense of humor, my father was a force. His family had always been trouble and trash, but he was equally handsome and charming. My mother met and married him in a whirlwind,…
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a song worth seeing
As I mentioned in my last post, I was recently asked to review and blog about a movie that will be coming out September 26th called The Song. This whole “reviewing things” is a niche I accidentally stumbled into after getting to guest blog with Jen Hatmaker and review her re-release of Interrupted in a little…
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scaredy-cat
I always hated being the new kid. I never liked that vulnerable and exposed feeling of standing there in front of a new class, book bag in hand and eyes on the floor, knowing the other kids were sizing me up and judging me. Then later (and worse,) came the inevitable moment of truth in…