I sometimes feel as though I live a full, but strange life. Do you know that feeling? When something happens and you search your mind, trying to see if someone you know has been through the same thing? And all to often, that quick mind search comes up empty? I have felt this more times…
Can we go back to reading the bible and turn off the media? We weren’t getting the answers from them anyways.
Make the Memories
So today, I ask you to make the memories. Do the mundane things that seem pointless and unrewarding. Keep the traditions. Take the pictures.
I’ve taken a bit of time away from all of my media accounts again. I really felt like I needed to process and regroup before I could start writing again. I’ve been spending time in my yard, cleaning and redoing my gardens. Playing with my kids. Getting our chickens more used to us. And today,…
Facebook Perfect Lives
I started out my morning pretty happy. I got snuggles from my toddler, my oldest came in to say good morning and get a hug. Then my Dude came in and explained to me that he “didn’t drop it, there was just too much gravity.” He never did explain to me what exactly he didn’t…
Friends, this situation is so hard. And unfamiliar. And out of our control. We have the right to feel all of those things. We then have the obligation to feel the feelings, acknowledge them, and move on.
There is such power in your words, whether spoken or written. And those who have been there should hear them.
Made For This
I keep hearing this phrase lately. Almost daily. Partly because I listen to Jenny Allen’s Made for This podcast every week. 😊 But I also keep hearing other people use this phrase. And describe how God has put us in this time as who we are for a reason. And He has. He doesn’t make…
It’s Okay to Ask for Help
I was watching an episode of Grey’s Anatomy with my hubby tonight, and it touched on mental health issues. It’s such a difficult subject for so many people. And unless you’ve been there and done that, it’s one of the most formidable things to try to explain to someone else. My first husband suffered from…