There's an inner child in me who has always longed to pick wildflowers. Today I set her free.
How do I live in the dichotomy of caring well for my people and protecting those I love while also caring about the world at large?
I am built to engage the world through an expressive, emotional creative space. I'm so thankful for those create art for me to engage with and know Jesus better.
This weekend my BFF and I have 48 kid-free, husband-free hours to catch up. We will drink margaritas and pig out on deep dish pizza. We will figure out how to make a cross country friendship flourish.
In the unfolding story of my life, this year might be considered the turning point. Some may call this deconstruction. Or reckoning or mid-life or maturity. Whatever the case, this year my eyes were opened.
Once upon a time there was a little girl who, as she grew up, discovered that her heart came alive as she engaged with her story and learned how to share it.
We are 12 today. The journey to this place nearly broke us. But all along, God was arranging things for this beautiful new season we've just begun.
The thing about pain is that it doesn't go away when it's ignored. It gets hidden, stuffed away in a box at the very back of the heart's closet and for a while forgotten about. But it always finds its way out eventually.