Is there anything we need more this year than hope? I seriously doubt it. Today we begin observing Advent, and this week we focus on hope.
Eight months into this pandemic, we're on the doorstep of the holidays, and I'm exhausted. All the resiliency and adjustment that 2020 has asked of me ... I'm so over it.
I wrote this an assignment for my writing class. So I'm limited to 300 words. But the world should know what kind of man I married.
I’m not this girl anymore. But I sure do love her (and her bowl haircut.) If only she knew how worthy of love she is just for who she is. ❤️
The first few seasons of adulthood were joy-filled and full of new life. Recently, the seasons have begun to take a darker turn.
Spirit. You move. You breathe. You wait. You are polite. You don't interrupt. You wait to be invited in. Your whisper is there for me if only I would listen. If only I would pay attention. Quiet the noise.
As I navigate life as an Enneagram 2, I need to learn to be okay with being the cause of someone’s negative emotion. But how do I get okay with disappointing people?
Sometimes you have an idea and you act on it and it lives a short life and then dies. And sometimes you have an idea and you act on it, and it takes on a life of its own and becomes a thing.
I am on a road, like a highway. It continues straight on into the distance. It's a clear road, not too many bumps, easy and unobstructed. Off the side of the big road is a tiny curving path.