I would have despaired unless I had believed that I would see the goodness of the Lord in the land of the living. Psalms 27:13 (NASB) I fight with God. In the words of my Pastor "yeah, that's how you roll." People who know me well get that, but my faith walk, on the razor's edge, …
First week of the New Year, and I feel ready. Grounded, anchored. This is my year of the edit; listening more, adjusting readily, hearing and heeding...This year, I commit to focusing more on the work of others, finding a companionable rhythm, no longer needing to drive the narrative or set the pace, but rather listening to the quiet place where I may and should conjoin.
We Are the New Creation. It's Time We Started Acting Like It. This year, I shed false humility. This year, I release the shackles of Imposter Syndrome. If Mary could proclaim the greatness of our God and the favor with which God gazes upon us, then so shall I.
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.
A repost from a while ago. Often, it's experiencing your own words through someone else's lens that makes them fresh again.
We all have the right, and the capacity, to Love (God). We simply need to grant ourselves permission.
The key to this game of life is loving all of yourself, even as you continually evolve. Yeah, not only am I a grown woman, I am a grown-ass African-descended Queen, beloved of an Omnipotent God.
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 morning, I read a Chinese proverb that reminded me that "one joy scatters a hundred griefs." My next thought was, "what can I do today to bring myself joy? I ask that question every morning. I will ask it, upon rising in gratitude, each morning for the balance of my days. I suggest you do the same.
We're All Faking It Edition Impostor Syndrome is like fear. That doesn't mean it's not real. It's a distraction. Breathe, move past it, and use your gifts. God endowed you with seeds to plant. Do not disdain the Master Gardener by wasting that which you have been given. "as N.T. Wright puts it, God "doesn't …