I am inspired by my friend Carrie Kuba to take a public, weekly look at myself. This has not been a great week. 1. I'm not feeling 100%. Fighting to keep pace this week instead of respecting the clear message my soul was sending devolved into malaise and pettiness. It was not a good look. …
My Roses Come with Thorns
On the day I write this, I mark 21 years since my father’s sudden, fatal heart attack. You’d think I’d be over it; I’m not. On this day, I had yet another reminder...my roses always come with thorns.
You Weren’t Born This Way
Even in my evolving, liminal state, I do best to keep my mind and eyes open, and my mouth shut. That is one of Cara Meredith's lessons, far more gently put. Bridge building is an act of redemption, and I learned from her as I read.
exhaled.
My shallow breathing is evidence of lack of trust in God. When we breathe in a shallow way, the body remains in a cyclical state of stress—our stress causing shallow breathing and our shallow breathing causing stress.
2019-My One Word is…
2019 is the year of my restoration to intended use as Designed by my Creator. Aligned with my gifts, attuned to hear and be led. My One Word is...
Old Year’s Night-This Year, There Will Be Fire
Having finally begun understanding whom I was in God, I began changing. Eviscerated, ground to fine dust, demolished beyond recognition, with nothing more than the salt from my own tears, I shed like an old skin the shards of what was. There was no more of me. And in the absence, after so many years, there was finally room for God. It was the time of my EVOLUTION. Evolution, however, was not the end of the story. The rest of the story will be told in the revelation of my 2019 One Word.
Breathing Through Hot Water
I am so damn tired. I am so weary of being strong, capable, and resilient. Right now, I am breathing through hot water, and I can’t do it much longer. The Universe Never Wants Me Distracted Two years ago, I was too busy burying my beloved grandma to be worried about the Election. Here we …
A Catholic and a Baptist Walk into an Episcopal Church…
Regret. Should. Sometimes I believe the best way to articulate the power of relationship is to begin by defining all the expectations that it should never work. (side note, in addition to the “regret” I assiduously avoid, add “should.”) I describe my two best friends as the sisters I chose for myself; I know, God …
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Here is the lesson, and it is simple…
1. Step out in faith. 2. Don’t think about the ending (that’s not your job). 3. Just Do (that is your job). 4. God will be glorified. Thus Ends the lesson. To God Be The Glory. Go forth.
…just a narrative about my weekend (a guest post by M.K. Newton Wilson)
Time for mama to brag. My son, an emerging writer, has graciously offered to spend time working on his craft in my spot; Mama couldn't be prouder. I'm pleased to offer this first essay, a narrative on discovery. certain things occurred within me In all honesty, this is really just a narrative about my weekend, …
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