Discovering Delight & Dwelling in Our Days
Voxer beeps and I pick up my phone to listen to the incoming message. My sister and I chat back and forth with our handy-dandy app. She shares about the struggles she’s been facing and I confess the irritations and insecurities I’ve been fighting against all morning. We ponder a few questions batting them back…
What do I have to offer? The truth? This is the question I ask far too often. I don’t feel especially talented or called. I don’t have great ambitions or terrific dreams. I’m not a mover or changer. I don’t thrive in large crowds and one of my favorite things is curling up with a…
Doubt. Doubt means I’m all out. Of trust and I’m second-guessing. Questioning truths I know deep in my soul. Doubt lets Satan get a foothold. Doubt lets him throw accusations at me. He lobs them with precision. He is evil through and through, but he is good at hitting his target. Doubt. Doubt may be a…
Dreams and hopes and plans. They are important. They offer adventure and hope and life. Life without the looking forward or the what-ifs or the reaching-for-the-stars becomes flat-lined and dull and dreary. A dismal thing to trudge through completing tasks, but missing the miracles woven in the moments. The clean, tidy kitchen with each dish…
A year ago, I was flat on my back and then flat on my face. Literally. Lower back pain that kept bothering me and continued to get worse and then erupted into sciatic pain down my leg and into my foot. And if I were going to choose a color to represent this haze of…
