This beautiful song is haunting my soul in the most beautiful and refreshing way. 

The porch, for me, is a great metaphor for the choice we have when life hits hard.

Come and sit. Sit with words or sit with thoughts or sit with silence. Sit with laughter. Sit with tears. Simply Sit.

By some mysterious and upside down way of things, apparently great strength can be found in weakness.

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.