There is a Japanese art form that magnifies the breaks in something rather than trying to hide them because they believe it makes the art more beautiful. It is called Kintsugi and it is beautiful. Impact-Site-Verification: -1500109107 As humans, I believe each broken piece of us is revealing, important, and significant to the piece beside
grief
Run to Her
I think we all have turning points in our lives where there is a you before and you after.In 2009, I weighed 275 pounds and was miserable and depressed. I lost 100 pounds over the next couple of years thinking it would solve all my misery. And yeah, there was a before and after me
The Eraser
Wow. Just wow. I read that and immediately had a vision of sitting down with an eraser in hand and looking at the timeline of my last 59 years. I realized there’s not a big enough eraser! And as I looked, I saw that the gaps that would be left if I erased all
Our Old Desk Drawer
I read last week about a lady who had something bad happen to her years ago. She never got over it and she wrote how it was tucked away mentally in her desk drawer… that got me thinking. Don’t we all have a mental desk drawer? Hopefully, we have drawers full of good stuff, but
Dwell
We cry and we struggle,we laugh and we celebrate.We have days that are dark,and days the sun stays up late. He wants to be in the midstof each and every part,yes, with us in the darkness,when burdens are on our heart. But He also wants to dance with us,in the sunshine after the rain,He wants
Our Precious Time
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
Other Side of the Wall
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.
At the Altar
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
All in One Day
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,
Again and Again.
Restless spirit. A calming God. Worried heart. A reassuring God. Heavy soul. An uplifting God. Hurting and in pain. A comforting God. He takes care of it all… if we just let it go. Why do we hold on so tight when His hands are outstretched, reaching out to calm, to reassure, to uplift,
Letter by the Bed
I wrote this today with so many people on my mind, including family members, struggling with depression, trying to just put one foot in front of the other while many of us don’t even see it. I used to have a drawer full of masks, they were covered in smiles and “I’m okay” expressions, and
The Mornings.
I believe grief comes in many forms. The loss of a loved one, of course, but isn’t there more? I feel we grieve over the loss of the way things were or were supposed to be, relationships, seeing those we love and care about suffer, losing ourselves in despair. Some grieve from aging and time
