My husband and I recently watched the mini-series Broken on the streaming service BritBox. The show stars Sean Bean, an incredible actor you may recognize from his more popular titles like Lord of the Rings, Game of Thrones, The Frankenstein Chronicles, or Snowpiercer. Even if you only remember Sean Bean as the actor who dies … More When I don’t know what to do, I look for light.
One month ago, I shared a story about a former business coach who told a hilarious story from a time she hobbled across a room, flung her high heel across the stage, ripped her dress, and left her audience in utter shock. At the end of that story, I decided that sometimes doing new things … More Self doubt set in when my idea received a deadline.
In our seventeen years of marriage, Chris and I have lost many things—some important and some not so much. We’ve lost our keys, our way, important documents, our minds, a baby, our jobs, and sometimes hope. Though we’ve never lost our faith, over the years it has certainly been shaken. Last year, Chris and I … More How I dealt with a year of disappointment.
In anticipation of, and preparation for, a series of unbelievable storms, our friend Mike Allen, pastor of Westminster Presbyterian Church in Laurel, MS posted this photo. It was actually a memory from eight years prior. His caption was simple, “As we anticipate a stormy week…” I almost scrolled past his post. It was the rainbow … More Looking for God in life’s storms.
Much to my chagrin, quantum physicists have not yet achieved physical teleportation. In fact, I’m not even sure it’s being seriously researched or tested except by a handful of incredibly hopeful and enthusiastic teenagers in someone’s garage laboratory. If you’re one of those folks—please send me your research or a kickstarter link. I have money … More Your spiritual life is a process, not a destination.
For far too long, I have been hiding something. I’ve wanted to share it with you and talk about it, but it’s never been the right moment. Besides, I’ve been swamped. It’s still there though, I have it right here in my heart. It has been waiting to come out and feel the warmth of … More Avoiding my calling is like wearing an itchy, wool sweater.
I. Hate. Waiting. It’s quite literally my least favorite thing. I’m terrible at it. Come to think of it, I probably hate it because I’m terrible at it. When I think of all the waiting rooms I sit in, both literal and figurative, my shoulders instinctively begin to tense up. It’s like muscle memory. I … More Waiting on God is hard.