I know that for me, what may be a small conflict for someone else, is a raging storm in my own heart. It may have only been a blip on the radar for someone else, but it threatens to take over all my thoughts and keeps me up at night. My peacemaker heart is willing…
Month: August 2017
when things feel too much, too terrible & beyond hope.
I was furious; livid, even. I was using words I hardly ever say; words I save for my most-angry-self. I felt so hurt and upset and angry. This conflict in our lives had brought yet another round of the familiar, dysfunctional cycle to our doorstep and I was fed up and fuming. But then I…
when you don’t want anger or grief to be part of your story.
When she said the word, fragile, I almost started crying. This was it. I had been feeling especially something but hadn’t known what until she said the word. It felt like permission and grace and relief to name what was true for me. Only a matter of days before, I had named how utterly depleted I felt,…
what’s saving my life this summer.
With an enthusiastic & busy three-year-old and a sleepy, homebody 4-month-old, these summer days tend to fall into one of two categories. The first category is the “I’m going to make it” sort-of-day. The kind of day that I am able to finish a load of laundry AND put it away, where I drink some…
when being healed feels more like being eaten.
I don’t know when you last did something that terrified you, but I did something just last week that felt “scary beyond all reason” to quote one of my favorite Disney movies. I wish I was exaggerating, but it was one of the hardest things my peace-loving heart has ever done. And before you give…