Learning to find peace in every season.
I'm a child of the 80s, so I was conditioned by Hollywood to expect radical, miraculous, four-minute transformations set to super hype music. You know... training montages! Rocky IV, The Karate Kid, Bloodsport... the heroes all start out with zero skill whatsoever and, during the course of a very motivating song, they become masters of their own… Continue reading I Want My Montage
The problem with God awakening my heart is that it is now... well... awakened.
"Darling, what if this is about something bigger than just you?"
"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..."
So a horse walks into a bar, and the bartender looks up and says, "Hey! Why the long face?" Badump. Chhhhhhiiiiiing. Sorry. I legitimately could not think of any other way to start this post. Ha! It's mid-August! Back to school time, back to routine, back to school pick-up lanes, back to multiple colors of… Continue reading Horse Faces and Updates
Hey friends! This week, I had the amazing honor of being interviewed by my friend and fellow blogger, Wendy (Widow's Manna). Wendy has a beautiful heart and a powerful testimony of God's goodness in suffering. She and Anna (The Joy of the Spirit Within) have been working on a series called Breaking Light, which highlights… Continue reading Breaking Light
Today is a different kind of post. It's a book review! I love words. I love to write words, and I love to read words. Recently, I read some pretty terrific words, so I thought I'd share with you! Based upon the recommendation of a good friend, I read the book, Loving My Actual Life: An… Continue reading My Actual Life
In the meantime... Here's my journal entry for today:
What if you knew with absolute certainty that a divine voice had spoken to you? What if that voice gave you a glimpse into a possible future? What if you saw a possibility that had never crossed your mind before, but the prospect was overwhelmingly good and exciting? What if, logically, it seemed impossible, but you… Continue reading I left (part of) my heart in Novi Sad…