Transition is the uncomfortable space between where / who, you were, and where/who you are hoping to be or become. The pain of transition can make us romanticize about what life was “before.”
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All You Have, Is All You Need
All of your experiences, all of your pain, all of your disappointments, all of your victories, everything about you is … More
Allow Courage
Courage matures in the darkness of uncertainty. Courage is strengthened through faithful prayer, and It is realized through patient consistency
Eye Contact – #30Layers30Days
I said I would not quit, and then I looked away. I said I would stay focused, and I dropped … More
Color Faded – #30Layers30Days
Seasons of solitude are usually for the purpose of purging and rejuvenation. Isolation can be uncomfortable because we take pleasure in being resolute and sturdy. Wearing our seeming ability to “handle it all” as a badge of honor, we often hold on tight to things that deny us of our essential need for rest and replenishing. It takes boldness to release the unnecessary. But we must because we cannot Become who we were meant to be, while staying the same. We have to choose to release and trust.
Secret Life – #30Layers30Days
I have only recently gained an appreciation for “Wilderness-like” seasons of isolation. Before I saw them as punishment, a “time out” of sorts for not meeting expectations, or for falling short.
However, I am learning that seasons of isolation are really seasons of “PROMOTION PREPARATION.” These are times
A Love Letter to Grieving Daughters
I found a burden on my heart for you, God’s Grieving Daughters. Women who have come to dread this time of year completely. Women who don’t feel like there is much to “celebrate” this weekend. I thought about you because, since I became a “Grieving Daughter” myself, I have realized how forgotten we are during Mother’s Day. So I wanted to write you a letter to tell you that you are not forgotten, and to assure you that there is indeed hope on the other side of your pain. I want to be very clear, this letter is not only intended for women who have lost a mother to death. I am also writing to women who have had to live with the pain of barrenness, women whose mothers are alive, but they are estranged from them, women who have buried children, or lost them to the judicial system in the form of incarceration, and women who are raising their children to the best of their ability,
