Tag: Transparent Living

In the Interest of Transparency

This October, I’ll be attending the Allume Conference for bloggers and writers. As a form of community-building, conference attendees have been challenged today to write letters, so to speak, to our roommates for the conference. I’m doing that today, and linking up with other conference attendees. Feel free […]

In Pursuit

We’re in a series at my (awesome) church right now called “The Big Picture,” and we’re exploring the idea of God’s will for our lives. We’ve been saying how so often we act like God’s will is something far out there for us to search for…unearth…discover, but the […]

Alone

Every so often, I link up with Lisa-Jo Baker’s Five Minute Friday, a community of writers who get together and write for five minutes and five minutes ONLY on the prompt for the week.  No editing…no planning…no corrections.  Just love for the written word and the satisfaction of […]

What I Need

This morning, as Mother’s Day approaches, I’m reflecting some on my own motherhood – especially the changes and feelings that occupied my mind in those first bleary-eyed weeks.  Curious about all I had forgotten, I revisited something I wrote when I was a brand new mama.  It ministered […]

To My Free-Spirited Daughter

Dear Jennifer, Honey, I’m proud of you.  Do you know that?  Do you really know that?  Because I am so very proud of you and it’s important to me that you know that. I’m proud of you for the obvious things, of course, like how you’re learning to […]

Days Like This

It’s one of those days. One of those days when “need to” clashes violently with “don’t feel like it,” and “want to” is not at all the same as “have to.”  When my spirit feels weighed down and lethargic.  When tears press behind my eyes, and the only […]

Frameworthy

It had bothered her for years.  The spot on the wall, a fist-sized crescent, the sole remaining reminder of a particularly bad episode of panic.  When she closed her eyes, she remembered it well: the anger, the tears, the pain when her fist met the wall.  At the […]