A Voice for the Journey
Okay, insert backstory about growing up in an environment where anything sexual was viewed as shameful. Sex before marriage was like THE WORST SIN you could possibly commit. This was the time of purity rings and commitments to God, and making sure that any amount of sexuality was squashed (or
Do you ever feel lost, not physically but emotionally? Do ask yourself, “Now what?” “What’s next?” Lately I have been feeling that way. Not because I am not happy or because of anything in particular. I am entering a different season in my life and everything around me seems to
I’ve never been a morning person. My mom was, and she would wake me up for school by bursting into my room, throwing open the blinds and singing, “Wake up, wake up, you sleepyhead! Get up, get up, get out of bed!” Most mornings I would literally choke on my
“I will take you to the ends of the Earth!” the voice spoke clearly in my mind. I responded begrudgingly, “Well, you are going to have to change my heart because I DON’T want to move to California!” Can you believe the audacity of me nine years ago? Usually when
I recently read an article that really made me mad. The article was advice on hiring new employees and the expectations that you can have for the people you hire. The overall gist of the article was that people never, ever, ever, change. I think this was a trigger for
A little girl had a hamster that had gotten out of his cage and when the hamster was found it appeared to be completely healthy and happy. She placed her hamster back into his home, but he would not move – he just sat there. He didn’t eat, play or
When I was asked in my youth why I would make the choices I did I normally responded with a short, “I don’t know.” I wouldn’t even try to be aware of what I was thinking or feeling. I’m sure it was so frustrating for my parents. It was easier
I have this sin. It won’t leave me alone. I tell myself it’s time for change only to fall victim to it again. I beat myself up about it, set goals for mastering it and I pray for it to leave me, but it stays and I am weak. I
Who hates change? Show of hands… I am in a season of an influx of change. Its coming at me left and right. From every facet of my life. I have been told I have to move: there are changes in my ministry life, parenting a teenager and an eight-year
“Break time!” The GMP trainer called out as she looked around at glazed eyes. I shot out the glass door into the sun. The hotel courtyard with the pond, water fountains, bridges, ducks, and turtles were all calling to me. I walked around the lake taking pictures of the two