I brought this big fella out of storage and into the nook where I do yoga a little bit ago. It's a shitty mat job (I did it myself years ago without the proper equipment - it's sad) but I love him. I called him 'the bone daddy' after Jack Skellington form The Nightmare Before… Continue reading beautiful things.
I stopped my cousin mid-sentence yesterday because she said something that totally took me back. She was telling me about her plans for next week, and she said she'd be doing something on the first of September. And that the first of September is next Friday. I interrupted her to ask "how are we already… Continue reading life is short, but you can’t rush healing.
I was talking with someone lately about Christian things, and nothing makes me feel more like a freaking hypocrite than giving godly advice, even if it's good advice. This sucks because a lot of the problems I've had in my recent Christian history is with hypocrites. I've let so many people come into my life… Continue reading on hypocrites and Jesus.
To all who mourn in Israel, he will give a crown of beauty for ashes, a joyous blessing instead of mourning, festive praise instead of despair. In their righteousness, they will be like great oaks that the LORD has planted for his own glory. (Isaiah 61:3 NLT) I love tree pose and I love trees.… Continue reading beauty for ashes, when we’ve totally crashed and burned.
I sat on the floor of my home and just cried. Tears fell into my hands as I begged God to speak to me.I had been feeling dead and dry for months, like I was running on auto-pilot most days and I was at the end of me. I needed the breath of life from… Continue reading spiritually dead.
Murphy had been the best of all friends, the most compassionate companion, and the most loyal of all dogs I’ve related to in my lifetime. He carried more character and spirit in his eyes than most people I knew. He was the first man in this life to love me unconditionally and his goofy and… Continue reading all dogs go to heaven, pt. 2
I had a truly horrific dream last night, and even though I don’t believe in dream interpretation, I do believe there’s something we can learn from them every once in a while. Last night, I dreamt that my 3-year-old daughter and I were trapped in a metal cage of sorts, set up much like an… Continue reading the armor of mom.