1. My father liked his coffee the same color as my mom. Wow. 2. Sometimes getting away from it all is difficult. That doesn't mean it's not necessary. Pencil yourself in. 3. There is always time to pause. 4. Wise warriors prepare for battle. We stay ready. 5. I had to grow up to appreciate …
Thursday Confessional-Praise Will Confuse the Enemy
Please -- love on, be present with, and pray for each other mightily. Say and do the things. We waste so much time not saying that we care, that we are afraid, that we need help.
Thursday Confessional
Gratitude Edition This time, I refused to respond to the triggers that usually set me off. I've done too much lamenting in this space. In this moment, Lord, I just want to thank You. My little girls are not little anymore. They are about to fully embrace life. We're seeing Ailey, the three of us, …
Thursday Confessional
Transformation is not easy, but it is beautiful.
Thursday Confessional
Another Let Go or be Dragged Edition (You'd Think I'd Learn)
Thursday Confessional
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...
Chelle A Wilson 
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