Feeling overwhelmed is not necessarily bad. I wanted to be overwhelmed today. Not by the stress that began to build a fortress around my desk and invade my heart, but by the open space created by the Lord seen in the ocean, the mountains, the sky – the open space to come before him. Empty.… Continue reading The Heartbeat of 31

Although I am aware of the significance, I’m not usually one to compete for thoughts on the more important days of the year, such as Christmas, Thanksgiving, Independence Day, etc. New Years Day falls into that category as well with an added component that I never really understood the point. I’ve not really made a… Continue reading 2015 is Not My Blank Slate

For the last three years, I have spent the Christmas season preparing to move. The Christmas season before that I spend working retail. In essence, this is the first Christmas I have been able to feel the advent – the waiting- of the season. This is the first Christmas that has not been full of… Continue reading Engaged on Christmas – and more significantly, Dec 26th

I find the ebb and flow of desire interesting. Most days, desire remains a quiet hum within my chest. Some days, however, my heart beats so hard as my heart launches a full attack in the absence of a hope fulfilled the heart burn feels as though I am loosing a silent war. And then… Continue reading the rest of desire

What is beauty made for but to be seen? Beauty is made to entice and draw in – to have an impact. Beauty is also made to reflect – to display and radiate. There is a beauty of the soul – those people who seem to radiate a sweetness and calm into bitter and dark… Continue reading Broken Beauty

I love being thirty. When I wrote about this around my birthday, I shared how I feel as though I am finally meeting myself (#oldsoul). Two things I have clearly been able to distinguish as I near the end of the year, as well as the end of the big 3-0 and head into the… Continue reading #thisisthirty; part one

Probably because I didn’t join the group of single ladies grouped together to catch it. I was across the room in my seat. As usual. I think I gave up this practice somewhere around the age of 23, with only one exception. However, this is not because I consider myself bitter or cynical. And not because… Continue reading I Didn’t Catch the Bouquet

Those days when we don’t quite feel like ourselves, which causes us to try to find ourselves, again. Maybe it’s the endurance of a day or the length of a season that could stretch into years. We look inside and we look outside. We talk to others and we talk to God. We pick up… Continue reading For when it’s been one of “those” days

I feel as though Christians are held to a double standard – and they should be. We should have at least double the standards others regard as necessary. Because we are commanded to be perfect – as Christ was perfect. Does this mean we will have bad days? Yes. Does this mean we will be… Continue reading The double standard; mine, not necessarily yours

I’ve been told I would make a good wife; usually by other women. I take this as a compliment because I view them as what I would consider to be good wives so I feel that they have the authority to know what they are talking about. I was recently told this as I began… Continue reading What if I don’t want to be married?