If Perfect were a destinationthat we could all get to, do we really want to go there, do we think it’s the right thing to do? If we all arrived at this place called Perfect, how hard it would be to maintain a life kept so totally flawless and fake, unblemished, and unstained. Who wants
Just a Crazy Girl Blog
Sitting on God’s Porch.
Dear God, I don’t want to dream about crazy stuff, the stuff that makes no sense. I want to see your face. I want to dream about all that you’ve done for me, all that you do for me, all the plans you’ve got in store for me. I want to dream about running in
Welcome to A Joyful Pen
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 behind these pages, and often referred to as Just a Crazy
Grab that straw!
I was thinking this morning about someone I know who can just suck the life out of me along with every ounce of joy and happy with the opening of their mouth, the expression on their face, their words and comments. I’ll bet you don’t know anyone like that. As I sit here typing these
When I was 19.
I was waiting in a doctor’s office this week when something crossed my mind out of the blue. It happened in my late teens and I’ve never talked about it. It sometimes whispers to me as if to remind me it’s still there, and when it does, I slink back in time a little, and
And suddenly.
We all go through really tough things, maybe you’re going through something now. It can be suffocating. We wake up wondering how we’ll get through the day, we feel broken, we wonder how to even put one step in front of the other. Tears won’t stop or rarely take breaks and it feels like the
Bless my pallbearers.
Our last act on earth will be taking our last breath. Visualize breathing in and out one last time. Isn’t that crazy to think about? I watched my Mama take hers and it is a moment engrained in my mind forever. I’m sure many of you have been there. As we finally exhale, our calendars
Dear Worry.
You try so hard to plant seeds in my mind, to make me fret about what’s going to happen, where I’ll be in a year, whether things will work out in this way or that. Why? I just want to know why? Is it necessary for you to make yourself feel better? Does it make
God’s love and the sea.
No matter how much time I spend at the ocean, I am constantly amazed at it’s vastness, it’s endless appearance, the reflection of the sun on the tops of the waves, just all of it. It terrifies me and exhilirates me all at the same time. This week, we had a morning that the tide
Dear Time.
You are a thief. There, I said it. I don’t want to upset you because I so desperately need more of you but it’s true. You go too fast and we can’t keep up. We beg you to slow down and most often you don’t listen. Or maybe we don’t listen. I’m not sure which
Maybe you’re the answer.
Do you feel His nudges, do you hear His whispers? Someone is praying right now. Praying for hope, for someone to reach out, for someone just once to encourage them, to hear them.
Longing to smile.
I wrote this at one of the darkest times in my life a few years ago. I felt so lost, lonely, and empty. It is hard to explain to someone who hasn’t been there like trying to explain the color of the sky to a person who has never seen. While this is not me
