Do you know the story of the miracle of Lazarus, the brother of Mary and Martha? Let me take a quick moment to share it with you. Lazarus was gravely ill. His sisters, Mary and Martha sent for Jesus to come quick and heal him. Jesus replies to this request, “This illness does not lead…
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The Thing About Should
The thing about depression and anxiety in the midst of a seemingly “good” season, when all is “right” in the world, is drowning in the “shoulds”. “I should be happy right now.” “I should be content in all things.” “I shouldn’t let this bother me so much.” “I should be able to get over this.”…
An Uncomfortable Truth
Lately, I have been dealing with the waves of approval seeking and today something came flooding out when journaling and I felt the need to share. I pray that in sharing my uncomfortable struggles and bondage, it might set someone else free. “Father, I see myself striving towards approval again. I don’t know how to…
And Also
“For thus says the One who is high and lifted up, who inhabits eternity, whose name is Holy:“I dwell in the high and holy place, and also with him who is of a contrite and lowly spirit,to revive the spirit of the lowly, and to revive the heart of the contrite.” Isaiah 57:15 ESV It is a beautiful, slightly stormy morning…
Meet My Ex Best Friend, Anxiety
Please allow me to introduce you to my ex best friend. Her name is Anxiety. I say her, because she takes on a myriad of forms and tries to make me think that I am her and she is me. She tried to become my identity. But she’s not. She is anxiety and I am…
Life Lessons Learned From the Treadmill
I have said before that I like to think myself a runner. Most of my steps logged were taken on treadmills. Since I spend most of my miles here, staring at the same walls, I have much time to think about anything and probably everything. Over the last few years I have come to realize…
Getting Off of the Treadmill
I am a runner. Well, I like to think that I am a runner. I love to do what I call running, on a treadmill. Running on the street is not my cup of tea. I have tried it, time and time again, and each time, I am quite certain that I am going to…
Seen and Unseen
A couple of summers back, my husband was teaching our youngest daughter nicknamed Bug, how to float. She was terrified to lay on her back and relax. Scott finally took her to the shallow end of the pool, by the steps, and got her to finally relax and let him hold her. As she laid…
The Fall
The Fall
Thirsty
I wanted to share a journal entry that washed over me a couple of days ago. My heart aches deeply for our thirsty earth and the parched souls searching desperately for something to satisfy the arid places within. Father, We have never been more thirsty for Your living water! We are searching for it in…
Be Victorious 