There are some things that never fail to make me happy if only I can slow down long enough to enjoy them. This weekend I slowed down long enough. I love freshly-laundered sheets, drying in the sun. I love lavender. Did you know I love lavender? 🙂 It was time to harvest it, and I brought some of it in to refresh my… Read More
My Life Is A Rough Draft
I couldn’t put my finger on why I felt this soul-sucking depression on our way back from Brittany. I thought maybe it was the fact that I needed some alone time after two weeks of collectivity, or maybe that I was frustrated at being told to wait on certain things I was hoping for (told by God, of course, not by man)…. Read More
Resolve Conflict #WeighIn
This past week I resolved conflict, and it definitely helped me to have a better mindset to take care of myself in other ways. So I thought I would talk a little about that, and a little about what else I’ve been doing. I’ve been pulling off my ten minutes of floor exercises every single day for two weeks now (except… Read More
Weigh In Week 2
So last week I started this modest little “small changes” campaign. A personal campaign to move towards better health in small increments since large changes are so overwhelming. I decided I was going to do ten minutes of floor exercises a day. Did any of you do it with me? (no pressure, no guilt, small changes are hard too!) Well…. Read More
Depression, Shame and Guilt
It has been many years since I’ve felt any shame over my depression and the fact that I take medicine for it. As a memoirist and a blogger, I’m too accustomed to publicly sharing my weaknesses as I strive for authenticity. As a Christian and Bible teacher, I’m too accustomed to grappling with the darker masses of the soul and shoving them into the… Read More
Weigh In
I have a confession to make. I am A. Hot. Mess. Have you ever heard that expression? I hadn’t until I started blogging, but the image it invokes is something I can identify with. I picture a frazzled, sweaty (it’s summer time), overweight, stained-shirt, limp-haired mom, who can only stare in dismay at the mess that is her ‘sanctuary’. Or maybe that’s just… Read More
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