The fight for peace is a fight worth fighting and a war that is already won. Sweet Spirit of Peace, still my heart. 

“Lord, you know all my desires and deepest longings. My tears are liquid words and you can read them all.”

Psalm 38:9

Without allowing myself to receive and transcend into acceptance of the radical love and absolute union with God, Love is incomplete.

I simply want my soul to be well. Being alive is enough. I am enough.

Draw me nearer to rest, nearer to peace, nearer to the heart of God.

In intimacy the line between where I end and another begins nearly ceases to exist.

Ditch the excuses. Ditch the doubt. Pull out the sword. Participate in your own healing.

I have a confession: I like nice things and I want nice things. And, if I’m being honest, which is my default, I want people to be impressed by my nice things. Even more than being impressed with my nice things, I want people to be impressed by my hospitality and experience a positive energy in spaces that I create.

I have a confession: this title may be a bit deceiving. Although there are aspects of life that feel like they are finding a place, I have so far to go. Sometimes the mountains in front of me and behind me and all around me leave me no other option except to settle into the valley.

I have a confession: I am easily brought down by the way that I perceive others may be assessing my life.

I was of completely sound mind when I released this blog post and corresponding video a year and a half ago, even though my life was truly unraveling. It was one of the many steps that I began to take to come out of hiding and face the world again. I believe in the power of story and authenticity. I believe in healing in the midst of the mess.

A while ago my therapist told me that my voice has been silenced for too long and that I have some things to say. And she’s right. I definitely have some things to say. I have had to wrestle through the notion that my voice either isn’t relevant or isn’t right, whatever that means . . .

I ran across this song I wrote and recorded in April 2020 and it reminds me of the reflections I posted last week, Scoreboard as Pulpit. Remember how the score in the middle of the game doesn’t determine whether you win or lose? In the same way, the conflict or uncertainty or drama in the middle of the book does not determine how the story ends. Read more and listen to the song . . .

These two girl bosses are taking control of their lives and their futures and they will not let anything come between them and their big dreams. Opening this business was not just a step. This was a leap - and it has me pondering big dreams and leaps. I wonder - what is it gonna look like for me to take the leap? What is it going to look like for you to take the leap?

It seems that races and matches are becoming a new kind of pulpit for me. As I cheer in the bleachers or at the finish line, the players and the runners and the game itself have a message and meaning that goes much deeper than the scoreboard.