Thank God for His grace. When my mind tires from trying to find the hidden picture in the cacophony of my intricately complicated and beautiful life, I just fall into the arms of my Abba - Creator of the Universe and Lover of my soul - and listen for his still and calming voice lighting the path directly in front of me.
"I feel like He is telling me that my identity isn't in my healing, just like my identity wasn't in my being sick..."
In the meantime... Here's my journal entry for today:
I'm writing! It feels so good. Believe it or not, I'm over a quarter of the way finished with the first draft of The Called Life! It may not sound very impressive, but for me, it's further than I've ever gotten with any other project! (Except a book called "Unpublished" which will forever remain unpublished. haha) I've… Continue reading Why I’m Still Looking Back
Hey. Friends. Can we make a little pact with one another? Can we agree not to be emotionally bullied by scary headlines? I mean, really. I pulled Facebook up on my phone this morning and had full blown anxiety symptoms within 5 minutes. I cannot be the only one who experiences this. I feel like… Continue reading The Tomato in the Room
I've written about it before... how Satan's strategy is to separate the wounded from the herd. It's a classic predatory move. And super effective, if we let him get away with it.
Some mornings, I wake up, and it feels like my mind has already guzzled half a gallon of coffee, been to the gym, stamped out a full day's work, and is tapping its foot impatiently waiting for my lazy body to come around. Consciousness, for me, can feel like turning the TV on in the… Continue reading Side Effects of Living
The pain of a fast is the two-year-old tantrum your flesh throws when you say "no" to Starbucks. It is not the agony of shame that comes with an eating disorder and its behaviors.
One of the most liberating concepts I've ever learned has been the idea of the "new normal."