The best advice I ever received was to be a there you are type of person and not a here I am type of person. I love that! So, I say to you, “There you are!” And I’m so glad. I’m Tracey, the writer and Crazy Girl behind these pages.
Just a Crazy Girl Blog
I preach and preach to all who will listen (and yell it for the girl there in the back that looks like me) to let things go, especially those little things that hurt me so. Holding on to them is for what? To prove a point, to make sure we get the last word, to
Even when the storms try to pull us from His grasp, even when our souls are weak, He never lets go. We need to because He never will.
The older I get, the more I’m learning to roll with the tide. It’s all temporary.
We so often feel we are the only ones broken when, truly, the other side of the wall is broken too. Beautifully broken. Just like us.
There are so many things in this world calling out to us, things and places that can never fulfill us the way only He can. Here’s my prayer for you and for me today. Here’s to a day of finding the peace we search for, long for, and so desperately need. Hey God, it’s me.
I don’t know what it is about me and rain. I looked back and realized I’d written several things about it and I guess it’s just the visualization of it cleansing my soul, the desire to feel like it’s God’s love washing over me. What a powerful thought! So, another rain reference for you…. Next
I don’t know about you but I end many of my days feeling as if I’ve run all day long. I don’t mean run as in errands or out and about, although there are those days, but just running emotionally and mentally. It’s as if my soul feels it needs to do and do and
This past Sunday, I woke up so stressed. It was about 1:30 in the morning. I laid in bed tossing and turning until I gave up about 2:30. The list was running rampant in my mind – you know, ‘the list.’ Ridiculous, life-sucking, energy-draining list, most of which we can’t do anything about… except lose
Yesterday, I was sitting on the beach, thanking God for so many things, especially not having a regular 8 to 5 anymore, I don’t miss it. I started thinking about how I asked for prayers this week and I could almost envision some of you whispering the words, like I was doing in that moment,
I find myself at a loss for words.I find myself talking way too much.I am happy and floating,worried and anxious,laughing and smiling,holding back tears….. and that was yesterday. Is it age or hormones,fear and joy mixed together,maybe it’s history replaying in my mind…I do not believe this has a name except perhaps,life. Crazy, chaotic, overwhelming,
The darkness came,the ground shook,the next morning, they all looked,they cried out, “Oh where is he,how can this happen,how can this be?” And when they learnedhe had truly risen,they were overwhelmedat how much he had given,for them, for the world,to save us all,He gave up his life,he answered God’s call. Hallelujah, hallelujah,they shouted and cried,“This man we
Our woes and worriesweigh us down,heavy,tearful,until they become a dwelling place. Woe is me,this home of mine. While we ride the woe coaster,He watches,He loves,He sits on the porchlonging for usto come sit with Him. His love is so greatand the size of our woes doesn’t change it.It is what it is.His love.He is who He