Much time has passed since I wrote my last post. During this time, I have been reviewing my journals and in doing so have identified a deep passion and desire woven throughout them…to write and to advocate for causes that ignite hope, spark love and birth much needed grace for our world. My writings reveal the names of women who have impacted my life and this world with contagious courage. Continue reading “Contagious Courage”
The calls and texts offering prayers, available bedrooms and concerns keep coming from friends whose hearts are burdened by what is occurring in Texas. Hurricane Harvey continues to devastate the Texas coast where my oldest son and his wife live, as well as other family and friends close to my heart. Our son and his wife evacuated early and are safe, however, they are heavy hearted with care and concern for others. I believe their are many of us who share their burden!
Hurricane Harvey is still swirling. Thousands are in need of help on the Texas Gulf Coast.
Will you please join me in prayer?
Lord, thank you for your presence with us. Together, we pray for the many people, friends and family being affected by this storm. We humbly ask your mercy, grace, gentleness, comfort and strength for all those who are suffering loss. We thank you for your faithfulness and love, Father. Together, we ask the Holy Spirit to pray in accordance with your will for all concerned. Please calm the storm and by the power of your spirit, bring your hope, restoration and healing. Thank you, Father. In Jesus name we pray. Amen.
I wrote this post yesterday morning and yet I did not publish it because the festivities of the day happily grabbed my attention…so…happy 4th – one day late!
July 4th. My husband rose at 4:45 a.m. this morning to reserve a picnic table at our favorite river park, the Island. Victor has done this for our family and friends since we moved to our home nearly 16 years ago…a blessing. The 4th is a day of celebration we both feel is worth the effort and preparation it takes to create a space to enjoy fellowship and fun.
Last Thursday, our daughter Tori graduated from high school and we have been celebrating!
For the weeks and days leading up to to her graduation, my husband and I gathered with friends and family to attend last performances and banquets honoring senior students. Continue reading “Celebrating Bigger Adventures”
It has been a month since I published my last post, Even Age Old Oaks Fall. I shared with my life coach and a friend (my PATIENT encouragers) how often I write posts and then hit the delete button. I have made a decision since speaking with them that I will no longer be trashing my heart musings.
Because I am owning my desire to write, no matter what happens.
I love walking the hills in our neighborhood for exercise. It is often on my walks that I breathe deeply and give attention to my heart as I slowly climb the steep hills on my way up and resist the pull to hurry on my way down. Being intentional to go slow allows my
body the freedom to avoid the danger of a fall on concrete. This morning was no exception. Continue reading “Even Age Old Oaks Fall”
This past week I scheduled a morning to write. Releasing responsibilities not my own and slowing my pace to insert time for what truly feels inspiring to me has opened new space for connecting more deeply with my heart. Taking breaks in the midst of writing is a kindness I have found necessary for my brain to breathe.
I was shocked by the tears that burned my eyes. It seemed a simple task to check my calendar for a possible date, however, when I took a look at the proposed month I noticed I had jotted a ministry event that is no longer in my future plans. Continue reading ““See You Down the Road””
A lemon tree and a passion to fight against sex trafficking?
Call me crazy and I’ll say, “Yes. I am. For Jesus.” He met me in the lemons. Continue reading “A Lemon Tea in the Service of Love”
I am a woman of deep conviction
Named ‘too sensitive’ by my dad in the face of death and negative experiences, my feelings were an unwelcomed disruption to the ‘house of denial’ I was raised in. Responses to painful crises (or flat out silence) left me feeling crazy. Continue reading “Something about that name”