I also took a little hiatus from blogging. I still wrote, just didn’t publish anything. Writing is like therapy for me. It helps to get my thoughts out “on paper” and then they stop rolling around in my head. So, back to the title – yes, I’ve been Fakebooking. In case you don’t know what that means, it’s when you post on social media (mainly Facebook), but don’t actually share your real life, mostly by posting positive things when that might be far from what’s really going on in your world. Continue Reading
Letting God Redeem the Broken Places
Preface: I almost didn’t post this. I wrote it last week, typing as fast as my fingers would go (which is pretty fast thanks to my 9th grade typing class at Blume Junior High in Wapakoneta, OH – hometown of Neil Armstrong … and I know I just dated myself by saying that 9th grade was part of Junior High when I was in school. That’s ok, my son’s fiancee told me last week that I only look 38. I pushed for 32, but she said to be realistic. 😉 I’m ok with 38.) Anyway, I share more of my story here, which is always scary. You never really know what people are going to think. And, as a trying-to-be-reformed people pleaser, it is that much scarier. I am getting more comfortable sharing my story in person. I can kind of gauge by looking at someone and seeing their responses whether I should share more or less. You can’t really do that on the internet. So, here we go…
There’s not a person alive who hasn’t been touched by some hurt, sadness, or tragedy in this life. It’s just a part of living in this world. Life doesn’t always work out like we planned. Even when we win the battle, it may not look quite like how we thought it would. Sometimes, we can see that as a failure. There are still battle scars, even in the biggest victories. And too often, we can let those scars, those broken places, bring us embarrassment and shame. But if we bring them before God, He is so faithful to redeem them and use our stories to bring hope and healing to others. Continue Reading
Can I just give us all permission?
Permission to have a bad day. Permission to not have it all together. Permission to not be perfectly patient with our kids. Permission to sometimes be mad or sad or scared. Permission to feel unsure of ourselves. Permission to be human. There is so much pressure to be perfect (and it starts so young nowadays). The problem is, perfect is always changing. Continue Reading
Home Forever Day
I know lately all my posts have been about serious things. Today, I wanted to share a fun post that gives you a peek inside my family. I hope it will also encourage you to never give up on your dreams, even if they seem to take a long time to be fulfilled.Continue Reading
Finding Your Voice
I don’t know if I’m done with the character series yet or not, but this is something that I’ve been thinking about for weeks, months really, and just wanted to share it with you. After talking with friends, it seems to be something lots of people struggle with, and while I wish I could say I have it all figured out, I don’t. I’m working on it. But if we wait until we have it all figured out before we share and encourage someone else, then we’d never do it. So here’s a snapshot into my journey to find my voice and I hope it speaks to your heart and opens your eyes to how vital your voice is to those around you. Continue Reading