PLAY FOR ME
November is traditionally a month of gratitude, and I have been blessed with the gift of a few off notes to help me practice hearing the melody as we kick off the season of thanks.
PULLING AHEAD
My 10 year old daughter took a few pictures of our dog. She then told me she was going to write a blog post called “Pulling Ahead.” She did it in her prayer journal, and it was so good I created a blog for her. Check out her super short, yet amazing, post by clicking the link below. Source: PULLING AHEAD
GRACE TWISTER
I think I am back. I think I know it again. I know who I am in my creator and the fulfilling of his plan for me, but I reserve the right to learn it again. I reserve the right to get up if I stumble again.
Won’t you? Won’t you give yourself the same right? Every lesson we know, we can know again. Every truth can be understood again. We can be wrong and find right again and again. I am finding right again. I am finding write again….
INSECURE CONFESSIONS
Every day is a battle. Every day I fight to keep the mess inside and be better. Every day I fight the lies of who I feel myself to be with a grasping at who I am made to be.
YOU ARE NOT THE ONLY ONE
There is something about hearing I am not alone in the struggle. I am not the only one in need of grace. The best part, though, is the grace. The grace connects us. I love that. Yes, there is connecting in the fighting and the uphill climbing, but the real bond is in the grace and the overcoming.
LOVE UNCONDITIONALLY
Loving when the ball has been fumbled and loving when the penalty flag is thrown takes effort, but the celebration of victory is so much sweeter when you have shared in the defeats.
UGLY CONFESSIONS
Today was another one of those days- you know, an ugly day.
An ugly day generally begins with a sense my clothes don’t fit the way they should. From there it moves to the way my teeth are just a little off center or my hair is too gray, too stringy, or too outdated.
Unfortunately, I feel myself to be not enough or too much of something on a pretty regular basis. This isn’t actual truth, but my feelings lie pretty well.
HEAR MY PRAYER, GOD
We were unpacking some boxes from the move, and I found one of my prayer journals from college. Some things never change:
NIGHT VISION
With age comes wisdom, and I am learning to let some things go (apparently, being cool is one of them). I am learning not to strain so hard to see everything down the road.