And then God decides to show up (Part 2)
We made our way into John’s office where we were joined by other staff members, sweet girls and one young man, whose names I will hold close.
He turned to me, explaining that today we would begin with a small devotion time, 5-10 minutes and then they will prayer over me and I would go with one of the staff members to walk and prayer through the brothel.
Nice. A plan. Structure. I love it. Did I mention I love agendas, like love love love agendas? They make me so happy. I know, crazy right? Continue reading
Oh dear friends, this is a hard one to write, because not to brag, but I am really good at hiding away the parts of me that I don’t like.
Never mind what you might think of them, but I don’t even like the sight of them. And I am working on this, loving all the parts of me…. like all the parts, even the ones I don’t even acknowledge are there. Continue reading
Have you ever had those moments either as a parent or a person that just seem like a total fail?
I’m not talking like you’re grouchy or just out of sorts, I mean like epic- utter- you’re not sure who you turned into- FAIL.
I had one of those yesterday. Total nose dive… and the weird thing is that it was like I saw myself going down. Mayday! Mayday! She’s not pulling up!!!! Continue reading
To my Christian friends,
I have been thinking lately about what I want to say and how it can be put in a way that you can hear me, that you can hear my heart.
First, let me say that I know you mean well. I truly do. I know most of you don’t intentionally say things that are hurtful or biting. Your intent is not to cause more pain… but often it does. You walk away thinking that you spoke God’s truth, but in reality, it may have been a sprinkling of salt on an open wound. Continue reading
Oh dear friend, it breaks my heart to see you going through this. Not just because I love you so, but because I have been where you are headed and your fears are so familiar to me.
So, when you talk about what will happen to your children and the impact this may have on them, when your home is separated, when mom and dad no longer live together, I cannot help but cry. For I wept over my children… I still do at times. Continue reading
I love letters. I love to write to others. I love to write to myself. I know, sound odd, but I do. I seem to hear more clearly when I read letters.
So here is my first.
A Letter to one who is grieving separation or divorce
Dear friend, Continue reading