SLIGHTLY OFF KEY
Thanks to all those whose ears are slightly damaged but still love me!
I have to confess….
Although the tagline of my blog page is, “lessons on finding grace to be okay with yourself,” I have no grace for one part of myself right now.
I see this part no matter where I look on my body- chub… and lots of it.
As I ran past the caboose on my running trail, the yard limit sign, and the stop painted on the ground, I thought about how we can feel everything is telling us that it is time to give up on a job, a spouse, our faith, or ourselves.
I was asked recently to write a one page summary of my testimony. Most testimonies involve a dramatic moment of change. This is not that story. This is the story of a planted seed that was watered and nurtured. It is the story of how I have grown, bloomed, withered, grown, and bloomed again.
Most people view me as a very confident…. possibly cocky…. individual. However, I feel like a failure on a regular basis. In an effort to leave myself room to fail, I have decided to come up with a how to for failure (so I can do it successfully).
Yesterday, as I stood aboard a battle ship with my youngest in my arms, it hit me. I could not remember the last time I held my older two. In that moment, I realized I might be holding my youngest for either the last time or one of the last times. The day is coming when she will no longer say, “carry […]
The students that are non standard according to the academic world are trapped behind desks where they are pushed to operate in their weaknesses rather than their strengths. They are told they need to work harder and achieve more and that they are not enough in themselves. (Does this sound familiar to any of you that are trying to live up to the false standards our culture promotes?)
The expectations we place on ourselves and others have a major impact on our level of contentment. I began to reflect on this after looking up all my half marathon finish times the other day. The December of my senior year in college, I ran my first half marathon. I hated it. I thought I was so slow, and it was […]
I didn’t shine as a mother for an hour and a half tonight. Thank God my child knows about giving grace.
… I’m working on it.