Category: My Story I’m graduating my eldest daughter next month. She’s my first of four — homeschoooled. Possibly because of it, I’ve found myself quite introspective and retrospective. Asking questions like, “What could I have done differently?” “Why wasn’t I wiser, more patient, engaged?” “Why didn’t I pray more?” “Why didn’t I play more?”  While God has a plan to write the story of His redemption in you so His love can pour through you, satan, has a scheme. From the moment you were born, and I venture to say even while you were unborn, the enemy’s scheme is directed toward hindering you from finding God’s plan — His…  This post here is two-fold. It answers the question (in)courage has for us. “How do we stop hiding from and instead open ourselves up to community? And, to help celebrate Emily Freeman’s new book, Graceful, by writing a letter to our teenage self. The heart of this writing came from what I would’ve loved for…  My last two weeks have been laced with very challenging days. My pre-teen is also my determined child. The mix of the two are refining me. God has used motherhood to refine me. We do not get to choose what He uses to refine us. Yet, He is the Potter with gentle, masterful hands shaping us into… When I was 16 and pregnant with an appointment for an abortion, I was hurt lost and wandering. Jesus reached out in love I never knew and rescued me. He rescued me from darkness and held gentle my wounded heart. He was broken for my broken, but His broken makes me whole. My life surrendered…  A few years ago, a trusted elder of a church shared with me a vision. He said he saw me as a girl, looking out a window, blurred with black streaks. He brought a message, saying, “The Lord says, you are washed clean.” He did not know what he was telling me, but I did…. |
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