The last thing I feel like doing right now is writing. I can’t explain it except to say I ain’t feeling it. Nope. Not at all. I would rather have a root canal than be typing. I have been feeling this way for sometime and thus the absence of posts…
but I have this thought that keeps gnawing at me. Do you ever have that- a thought- that you really wish would leave you alone, but it keeps coming up again and again and again, so much so to the point that you start to wonder what is God up to? Continue reading
This week I am working in Managua, Nicaragua.
I love working here.
I feel the same whenever I travel to third world countries.
It resets me.
Reminds me. Continue reading
I am having one of those days.
You know, the kind where you feel like you are fighting.
Fighting for more. Fighting for purpose. Fighting for life. Continue reading
I had just settled into writing anonymously and I loved it.
Well, I kinda loved it.
I loved that I could share what I often had to leave out… but something interesting happened. Continue reading
I’ve been stuck lately.
Not stuck in a bad way, but in that I am still protesting inside which is why I haven’t written. Continue reading
Do you ever wish that you could share completely open- totally bare- but be anonymous?
It’ s like my heart has so much to say, so much it wants to explore, but it holds back. I started thinking about what I would share if I were anonymous. Actually I have written several posts never to be seen just to feel the freedom in writing what I wish I could say, if my face were veiled.
Funny enough, I like these posts better. Raw. Bare. Hurting. Me. Continue reading
Are you seriously going to write about this?
Yes… yes I am.
And let me tell you why.
Because it is not talked about. Not in our churches. Not among families. Not with friends, especially married Christian friends. Continue reading
I have decided that when I get the chance to introduce you to someone I’m going to use this title… Sitting with sacred
because that’s what it is. Sacred. Beautiful. Continue reading
This post was from a year ago… it just popped up on my Facebook page and I can honestly say, dear sisters, that it speaks to me even more now.
Yep… I said to myself, as I finished reading the passage below, I couldn’t agree more.
It’s a funny things when your words from the past sooth your heart as if written by someone else. I suppose that is when we realize, dear sisters, that they were His thoughts and not just our own. May this post comfort your heart today.
My divorce was final in January 2011.
My biggest fear at that time was that I would have to wait. I was in so much pain that I just wanted to find something- someone- who was good. A fit. Just for me.
I used to beg God, Can you just let me know how long it’s going to be, so I can prepare myself. I mean, if I am going to be sixty, I am okay with that, I just need to know. Yeah, right. As if I would really be okay with being alone until I was sixty. Sometimes we just want to know. It’s the not knowing- the unknown- that is so terribly difficult. Continue reading
I caught myself today…
it was quite funny. I had just finished my workout and I had gone into the women’s restroom to umm, use it, and while I was in there my mind was just kinda wandering.
Does that ever happen? Like you are there, your body is there, but you are not? I hate it when I catch myself doing this, because usually I am so not there that I look like a half crazy woman having a conversion with absolutely no one. I hate that!
So I was gone. I went through the motions, my mind still working out some stuff that I was dealing with in therapy the day before. Continue reading