be still
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When Desperation Drives You to Finally ASK
EVIDENTLY, this is my personal website. As in, MINE. ALL MINE. Yet I’ve been so utterly and completely focused on Be Still Be Free that I’ve let this poor little site wither like a grape. And now we’re past raisin stage and into full-on petrification. And I know I pop in over here from time-to-time Continue reading
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Loving Yourself and Cleaning House
[tap, tap, tap] Is this thing on? Pardon me while I clean out the cobwebs over here. I mean, my gosh at the stale scent ova hee-ah. I’ve neglected this place. I really, really have. I miss writing something fierce, but my creative cup is still getting filled over at my second love, Be Still Continue reading
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The Playground and the Meadow
The playground has a castle and a drawbridge and three slides and a climbing wall. There are tire swings and baby swings and regular swings and even big red chair swings the adults can sneak onto if there aren’t a lot of kids around. When we’re at the playground, my kids are wild and rambunctious Continue reading
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A Beautiful Life: Wrap-Up
He runs with his whole self — arms pumping and knees high and it’s full body engagement, all the way down to his toes, his running. Her limbs keep growing — long and lanky. Legs keep her grounded and confident and arms emphasize the truth she speaks when it counts the most. They don’t stop Continue reading
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Still Being (31 Days #3)
I have a hard time with stillness. I can be still in the sit-down-and-don’t-move way, or the I-just-want-to-watch-this-awful-tv-show way. I can even be still in the this-is-too-big-for-me-so-God-has-to-intervene way and the that’s-too-small-to-worry-about way. But it’s the medium stillness I struggle with. The pick-up-your-mat-and-walk stillness. The get-up-get-going-and-move-on stillness. I struggle in that place, because I know God Continue reading
