We're doing it all wrong. What if we're not supposed to pour out all we have before restoring our portion. What if what we're supposed to give is our overflow?
I seldom experience the anxiety that used to send me running, from the grocery store, out of my office, clawing at my clothes, gasping for fresh air. Oh, you didn't know that about me? Yeah, I'm that high functioning. "RESPECT. You Da MVP. Scratch That. You Are An Idiot"
My Dog is So Awesome I Wrote a Book About Him It started out as a dare, but I took it. Since 2014 when I finally published the book, I've continued to appreciate that God sent you into our lives, furry little angel. In loving you, I am reminded of God's Grace. Every interaction is motivated by a deep and abiding love.
I never stop when I should. I have never believed that the rules of self and soul care applied to me, even as I excoriate those I loved, "Do Better." I steadfastly refuse to take my own advice.
A repost from a while ago. Often, it's experiencing your own words through someone else's lens that makes them fresh again.
I truly wish that I was a more trusting child. Sadly, I am not. I'm going to require a little extra work, but I know You. I fully understand that I am just a moment in Your Eternity, and that You can be patient with me.
This is the last day I'll ever be 55. I'm leaving the speed limit behind. As the song says, it's time to "Take the Limits Off."
"If God be our God, He will give us peace in trouble." That peace is Sabbath.
I became quiet, waiting for a word. I waited, far longer than I believed I’d need to, and then it came. Self-care was a commitment I tried making to myself.
I love to cook. I love being able to create what I desire. More than satisfaction, making homemade requires presence. I cannot be distracted. I have to be in the kitchen, paying attention.