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  • What I’ve Been Reading Lately

     

    The world right now is a book lover’s dream. Everywhere I look, there are new books coming out that scream, “READ ME! I HAVE SUPER IMPORTANT THINGS TO TELL YOU.”

    They put me in my happy place. But they also make me poor. Priorities.

    Today, I’m highlighting four books that you absolutely must buy – RIGHT NOW – and read as soon as you can. Buy one for yourself, buy some for Christmas presents, and be prepared to be changed. I’m not saying this lightly. These books have changed my way of thinking on so many things.

    The first one I finished just this morning, friends, and it’s a game changer. You might have seen it advertised, especially since it’s Oprah’s latest book club pick. (Side note – this is not why I read it. I ordered it from Amazon before Oprah ever chose it. Her choices have sometimes made me scratch my head and ask, “Really?” But not this one. She chose wisely.)

    Book 1 – Glennon Doyle Melton’s Love Warrior (click to buy)

    If you’re a mom and reader of blogs, you’ve probably encountered Glennon Doyle Melton’s blog, Momastery. She’s candid and honest, and people love her writing because it’s so real. Her book, Love Warrior, is so real it made me weep. I’m not joking – crying out loud, snot, the whole nine yards.

    So, a couple of disclaimers before I go any further with this book. One, it’s not pretty. She was an alcoholic, a bulimic, and aborted her first pregnancy. And she is super honest about all of it. She talks about her multiple sexual partners and uses the F word when describing her old way of life. She is real and she is raw, and if this offends you, don’t buy the book. But if you like stories of redemption, BUY IT RIGHT NOW.

    Second, her views on religion might be uncomfortable to you. She talks about God in unconventional ways, and she attends church where a minister is openly gay. She has written things before like, “I think Jesus would come back as a poor, black, gay teenage girl.”  Her thinking is not the typical Bible belt view of God. Again, just beware.

    So, if those are reasons not to buy it, why should you?

    Chapter 8. That’s why. Oh my word, chapter 8.

    You see, this is where she learns of her husband’s addiction to pornography and his multiple affairs, and this is where she writes, “If the answers to the questions of me are not successful wife and mother, then what answers do I have left? None. If I am not Mrs. Melton after all, then who am I? Nobody. The end.”

    Chapter 8 is where I had snot running down my face as I sat in my car and underlined words and cried, “Yes. Me too.”

    If you have ever lived in a pit of sin, wrestled with what the world tells women to be, or grieved the life you thought you had, please read her words. She says things like, “Grief is nothing but a painful waiting, a horrible patience. Grief cannot be torn down or scaled or overcome or outsmarted. It can only be outlasted.”

    Some of her words ripped my heart apart, and some of them provided salve for old wounds.

    Good. So good.

    Book 2 – Shauna Niequist’s Present Over Perfect: Leaving Behind Frantic for a Simple, More Soulful Way of Living (click to buy)

    Listen. I know the tension you feel right now. There are a million things to do, less than a million hours to do them in, and only one of you. You are absolutely overwhelmed, and because you want to seem like you have it all together, you keep marching forward. You keep marching when everything in you screams, “STOP!” You have an image in your head of who you’re supposed to be and what you’re supposed to do. The image is killing you, but you’re dying alone. You won’t admit you’re drowning.

    In this book, Shauna (I can call her by her first name – we’re friends now) gives women permission to let things go. One of my favorite passages says, “This life you’re building is entirely your creation, fashioned out of your dreams and fears. What do you want? What do you love? What ways of living have you simply acquiesced to, simply because someone told you to? Because it seemed smart or practical or easy? Are those the best words to describe how you want to live?”

    I LOVE that she asks, “What do you want? What do you love?” Because I think sometimes we refuse to let ourselves care about such things. We think they are frivolous and not serious, not things grown women should be spending energy thinking about. But we’re wrong. When we lose sight of what we love and what we want, we waste away. We lose ourselves in the frantic life we’ve allowed.

    This is one of those books where I have underlined something on practically every page. In the margins, I have written, “YES!” and “This is me.”

    She simply invites and encourages women to evaluate their lives, to give themselves permission to make their own choices, and to take up their space in the world.

    So refreshing and so necessary.

    Book 3 – Christine Caine’s Unashamed: Drop the Baggage, Pick up Your Freedom, Fulfill Your Destiny (click to buy)

    If you couldn’t tell from the title, this book is all about the shame we feel, carry around, and allow to bind us. Christine Caine tells her own story of why she felt shamed for so long, and if you’ve never heard her testimony, it is a doozy. (She just preached at Elevation’s Code Orange Revival, and she shared her story. Watch it here when you have time.)

    In the first chapter, she writes, “I don’t recall a time in my life when I didn’t feel that there was something wrong with who I was, something deficient in me.” From that line, I was hooked. So much of her story is just like mine, and she walks her readers through her healing. It is inspiring and amazing.

    One part of this book I particularly loved was her candid discussion of being a woman, especially in ministry. She writes, “I often felt that as a woman, I was secondary. I was less than.” I won’t get into this discussion here, but let me say that I said Amen right out loud there. One of the most powerful women in ministry writes about what it’s like to be a woman in a man’s world. Powerful.

    Book 4 – Edie Wadsworth’s All the Pretty Things: The True Story of a Southern Girl Who Went Through Fire to Find Her Way Home (click to buy)

    I was honored to be on the launch team for this book, which means that I got an advanced copy of the book to read and get to help promote it! I have followed Edie’s blog and social media for years, so I knew parts of her story, but this memoir blew me away. She grew up in a dysfunctional family and had to grapple with drunk family members, poverty, and hunger.

    Her relationship with her daddy, an alcoholic, is at the center of her story, and her goal in life became to make him proud. She eventually became a medical doctor as part of this quest, but when the degree and status failed to satisfy her, she self-destructed, breaking up her own marriage in the process.

    Parts of Edie’s story hit home for me, and her incredible writing style kept me up at night to finish this book! I’m always fascinated to read the ‘behind-the-scenes’ of someone’s life, and this story is truly unbelievable. I think you’ll love it.

     

    Ok – you know what to do now! Click, buy, read, and be changed. These books are such a breath of fresh air in a world telling you to put on a happy face and pretend everything’s perfect. They tell you to be you – authentically – and to face your truths rather than settle for a lie. That’s a message we all need.

     

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  • My First-Ever Book Release!

    A few days ago, I wrote a post called “Do It Scared.” I encouraged you to “Do it scared. Do it trembling. Do it wondering if you’ll fail and if others will think you’re crazy.

    Today, that’s me.

    I have written an e-book, and today I’m releasing it into the big, scary world. I’m scared. I’m trembling. I’m wondering if I’ll fail and if others will think I’m crazy.

    But I’m doing it anyway!

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    The book is called Buried: What to Do When You’re Overwhelmed, and I’ve written it for those of you who struggle to manage all that’s on your plate. I did a poll on Facebook a few weeks ago, and the number one struggle people identified themselves as having is managing responsibilities. I heard from so many women who said there’s too much to do and too little time. Too many tasks and not enough self. Too many expectations and not enough reality.

    They said something has to give.

    I immediately knew this topic, chosen by hundreds of women, was something I had to address. I sat down with my computer and my prayers, and the result of those hours is this book I’m offering. It walks you through five simple and practical steps to reclaim your life and create breathing room for your soul. It forces you to make hard decisions about what’s important and to analyze the purpose of your days.

    We have more choice about our lives than we’re often willing to admit, and this books reminds you that God equips you for what He has called you to do, but He will not bless what you choose on your own. It’s time for us to evaluate our lives and choose the best way.

    I am offering this book to you at just $2.99, and I truly believe that if you will follow the action steps and pray through each one, you will be able to look at your life from a new perspective and make changes that revolutionize your life and family. My prayer is that as a result of reading this book, you will find peace, encouragement, and will be able to manage the tasks set before you.

    To purchase Buried: What to Do When You’re Overwhelmed, simply click here. And if you are able, please leave a review on Amazon and share with your friends. We all need some wisdom on how to manage our crazy lives!

     

  • Do It Scared

     

    For most of my life, I’ve been a fraidy cat.

    I’ve always been the one scared. Afraid of roller coasters, afraid of planes, afraid of what others think of me.

    I have lived in the shadows of my own life, allowing the fears to become my focus. I forfeited dreams and relationships and what could have been because I was scared of what might be.

    But in the past 6 months, I have stared some fears in the face. I have listened to the scared voice in my head and told it, “Not this time.” I have stepped out when I once would have run away.

    And I am a different person because of it.

    Whatever it is that scares you – do it anyway. Do it scared. Do it trembling. Do it wondering if you’ll fail and if others will think you’re crazy.

    Do it anyway.

    Whether you want to start a business or ask a friend over for coffee, fear will tell you not to do it. Fear will tell you all that could go wrong. Fear will convince you not to take the risk.

    I’m begging you to do it anyway.

    When you do it scared, you come alive. When you hide in fear, you die inside.

    When fear feels like a straitjacket, remember you’re not at its mercy. You can make a decision about what’s most important to you – being safe while wondering “what if,” or taking a risk and saying, “Let’s see.” You will always regret what you didn’t try, and you will always wonder what might have been. Don’t regret and don’t wonder – DO.

    Do it scared. Do it with questions. Do it even if no one else knows and if you’re completely unequipped.

    Do it when you’re convinced you’ll fail, and do it when you don’t know the next step.

    Do that thing that’s gnawing at your insides. Pursue that dream that just won’t go away. Chase that part of yourself you’ve pushed down since you were a child. Have the courage to become who you’ve been longing to be. Make that decision fear has convinced you to ignore.

    And do it today.

    Fear will tell you there’s always tomorrow. Fear will tell you to think about it more. Fear will make you think you have forever.

    You don’t.

    You have today, and you have a decision.

    Will you or won’t you?

    Do it. Do it scared. Do it trembling.

    But do it.

  • Welcome to My New Website!

     

    It’s finally here! My very own website!

    After weeks of hard work behind the scenes, my amazingly selfless friend has created this beautiful website as a home for my writing, and I am blown away by what he did.

    Isn’t it great to have technological friends? If it were up to me, I’d be handwriting letters to each of you and mailing them through the postal service. 🙂

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    This website will still house my blog, and you can also find old posts from my original blog. It will also be the hub for all of my writing activity. You’ll find the latest information on what I’m working on and exclusive material you won’t find anywhere else!

    (If you look to the right at the top of this page, you’ll find a spot where you can subscribe via email and get a free gift, too!)

    I’m so excited to have this new virtual home, and I’m praying it will be a source of encouragement to you as you enjoy your journey!

  • How to Do Church Right

    I wanted so badly to do it right. Whatever the Christian life looked like, I wanted to represent it well.

    A people-pleaser by nature with perfectionist tendencies, I knew that if I could just find the hidden list of do’s and don’ts, I’d be set. I’d memorize it, practice it, and ace the Christian test.

    I would make Jesus, and those around me watching, proud.

    It took me years to realize how very wrong I was.

    While I was wanting to do things for Jesus, He was whispering, “It’s already done.” While I was trying to work for Jesus, He was saying, “Peace. Be still.” While I was thinking I had something to prove, Jesus was telling me, “I already proved it all.”

     

    To continue reading, click here. I’m honored to be guest posting today with Debby Hudson.

  • Moms: You Need to Take a Break

    When did women not taking care of themselves become a badge of honor? When did it become admirable for a woman to bemoan having no time to herself, no time to enjoy her husband, no time to do anything she wants?

    I don’t like a world where self-destruction is revered.

    Confession time: I sacrifice time with my family to work out. I let my kids watch TV so I can read a book without pictures. I leave my children with my husband and go to dinner with my girlfriends. I leave my children with their grandparents so I can go to dinner with my husband. I lock them outside to play with all the toys we spent all the money on so I can eat a brownie in peace and quiet!!! (Mine are 9 and 10, so they are perfectly fine – don’t question my parenting. I didn’t do it when they were 2 and 3. Much.)

    In other words, I make a habit of taking care of myself. Call me selfish, but it’s what I need to stay sane. You ultra-moms out there who are convinced 5 minutes to yourself is a luxury you can’t afford? You WILL burn out. Trust me on this one. You will get bitter and tired and everyone around you will pay. The martyr complex needs to go and you need to cry uncle. Ask for help. There’s no shame in that game.
    Your kids will not suffer a lifetime of debilitating sadness because you locked the door and took a bubble bath. They won’t need therapy because you weren’t there one night to read Green Eggs and Ham. (You might need therapy, though, if you have to read it one more time, Sam I Am.) It’s OK – and good! – for you to be just you for a few minutes. Being a mom is exhausting, and if it’s all you let yourself be, you’ll forget who you are without them. There is nothing more destructive to a child than a mom who doesn’t know her identity.  
    If you are a mom to little-bitties, I get it. It’s much harder to get time to yourself when you are the food source and you are the waste management system and you are the protector of things falling on their heads. But it’s even more important for you to get a break, because those little-bitties are leeches who will suck the very life right out of you. They will demand more and more and more because they don’t understand that you and they are separate bodies of matter. It is your job to teach them. Teach them well, my dear friends. Teach them well.

    Go do it. Right now. Either take or schedule a mommy time-out, and let me know how it goes. I guarantee you’ll feel better – and be a better mommy – when you have. 


  • When Churches Silently Spread Hate

    I’m so afraid that the church – the broad, nationwide collection of believers who amass to worship and grow – has contributed to a society where wrong is ignored and people are marginalized and hate is fanned into flame. Not in sermons preached from the pulpit, necessarily, and not in words from hate-mongering pastors, but in the quietly obvious lack of love and acceptance and true ministering to souls whose default is sin.
    We are all messed up people, sinners in need of redemption, and we all have an equally deep need for the mercy of the Savior who passionately loves us and completely forgives us. But in looking at the church, it’s often hard to see that we messed up people are equal and that the church loves us all as equally as the One we worship does. 
    The church, I’m afraid, doesn’t reflect Christ. The church, I’m afraid, reflects the racism and classicism and sexism of its society.

    I have spent years worshiping in churches where every member looked just like me. White, middle class, steady job and active 401k. I have worshiped in churches where people whisper if a black man walks in and are offended more by a person’s clothing choices than the hypocrisy in their own judgment. I have worshiped in churches who marginalize the downtrodden instead of lifting them like brothers, who develop programs to benefit their country club atmospheres and leave the hungry starving in the streets. If the world has diversity, how can the church not? If Jesus loved everyone, how can we refuse?
    Praise God I now worship in a church where I don’t only see myself reflected. I worship with brothers and sisters whose lives look nothing like mine, with people who spent years living in prisons, with people who understand that grace really is amazing and really is for everyone.
    It has taken me a long time to realize that perhaps we have created an image of God who is nothing like the One who is. We worship a God who thinks like us and looks like us and makes us comfortable in the sameness of our pews, when the real God, the true God of the faith we ought to profess is saddened at the narrow-mindedness of our homogeneous gatherings and outraged at our disregard of the command to love all his people.  
    The news today saddens me. Another black man gunned down by white cops. More white people suggesting he must have deserved it. Another community asking when it will end.
    Church, what will be our answer? Will we love, or will we judge? The two are mutually exclusive. A father is dead, a family is mourning, and I have seen people suggesting he got what he deserved – these words coming out of the mouths of those who will “worship” on Sunday. Don’t fall into the trap, church. Call what is wrong, wrong, and shower love on hurting people. Do what Christ would do. Anything else is contrary to what you profess.
    I wasn’t there when Alton Sterling was shot, and I don’t know all that happened. But what I do know is enough to be angry, saddened, and burdened. The church’s only move in this situation is to love – to show compassion, to be a voice for the voiceless, and to shine light where darkness reigns. Darkness reigns in the world, but let’s refuse to let it reign in us. Let’s be the church Jesus would recognize, not a church worshiping a created god of sameness and silent hate. 
  • The Value of an Unscheduled Summer

    Every morning, my daughter wakes up and immediately asks, “What are we going to do today?” (She’s the curious one in the family, the one who must be in the know. My son never asks – we can be driving down the interstate, halfway to our destination, before he wonders where we’re going and what we’re doing. Their personalities could not be more different.)
    Listen, I don’t fault her for wanting to know. When you’re the shortest one in the house, at the mercy of the licensed drivers and decision makers, it’s only natural to be curious about what’s coming next. But this summer, the question “what are we going to do today” has come to mean something entirely different.
    And I despise it.
    It means, “Mom, what fun, exciting, thrill-seeking, never-done-before activity have you spent weeks planning (and a small fortune on) for us to do?” 
    Here’s the thing. I don’t subscribe to the theory that my job as a mother is to make my children’s every waking moment magical. Yeah, I want them to have fun and enjoy the relaxation that summer brings, BUT. I refuse to spend every moment of my life in a carefully choreographed dance of “entertain the children” and “spend vast amounts of money on experiences they won’t really appreciate.”
    I’ve got stuff to do. 
    Plus, I just want to lay on the couch and read a book. The children have rooms full of books and a playroom full of toys and a yard full of trees and sticks. They can invent their own fun. What ever happened to that kind of summer? 
    You know what I remember about being a kid? Playing capture the flag with the neighborhood kids. Hiding treasures in the knotholes of trees in our woods. Catching lightning bugs on hot summer nights. I distinctly remember roller-skating over sheets of bubble wrap on our driveway. I don’t remember my mom dressing us in expensive coordinating outfits, schlepping us to an unbelievable list of activities planned for each day. 
    Mom did her thing – laundry, cleaning up messes, yelling at us to close the door – and we did our thing. You know what was amazing about being a child in the ’80s? We were allowed to get bored. Our parents didn’t feel like failures if we complained there was nothing to do. They just told us to go find something. They knew the value of little humans figuring out how to entertain themselves. (They either knew it or just didn’t care that we weren’t entertained. In either case, we could learn a thing or two from our old-school parents. Their lives didn’t revolve around whether or not their offspring were content.) 
    Nobody back then threw a tablet in front of our faces if we started whining, nor did they meticulously arrange our enviable social lives. (Side note – they also didn’t throw a tablet or phone or any other electronic device in front of our faces if we couldn’t sit still at a meal. They took us in the bathrooms and whipped our tails and we learned to sit still at a meal. As a result, we can now eat with other human beings and have conversations like civilized people. Thank goodness there was no technology when I was a child. But I digress.)
    We played in the summer. End of story. If we got bored, we figured it out. We took one big trip, if we were lucky. Our parents weren’t our cruise directors, and we’re better today for it.

    My years as a high school teacher have proved to me that children who are the center of their universe and whose entertainment has been the only purpose of their lives ultimately turn out to be poorly adjusted young adults who legitimately have trouble doing anything for themselves. They struggle in relationships with adults, they struggle in relationships with peers, and they struggle in academics. Nothing about a child being the highly entertained center of his own universe is a good thing in the long run. 
    What’s more, if we teach children (explicitly or even accidentally) that life is only about fun, we will have a generation of people pursuing only their own desires. Sacrifice will be an antiquated idea, and hard workers will be hard to find. 
    This summer, we will have fun. We’ll go to the lake and go to the pool, see movies and eat icees, and we’ll take day trips and go to the beach. We’ll watch fireworks and play in the sprinkler and catch lightning bugs. But we’ll also get bored. We’ll do chores and clean the house and probably have some arguments. Summer will be fun, but it won’t just be an expensive attempt to prevent boredom. It won’t revolve solely around what the kids will find entertaining, and it won’t always look great on social media. But maybe our summer will help, in a small way, the kids be better people.
  • For the Mom Who Feels Like the Worst

    The other night, I had myself a little hissy fit.

    The house was empty except for me, so I had a good cry – the kind where it’s hard to breathe and you make strange, unintelligible noises.

    Why?

    Motherhood.

    All I could see in those moments were my failures and shortcomings, the problems I face and the circumstances that overwhelm.

    My mothering life is likely different from yours. I am divorced and remarried, so custody arrangements and visitation schedules, especially during the summer, are inescapable truths. Our schedule is a finely tuned instrument requiring coordination and calendars, planning and production. And though it looks nice and neat on the calendar, it is its own special hell for me.

    It means that I, a mommy, am sometimes without my children. Those blue cells on the calendar represent nights, and during the summer, weeks, without those who grew within me. I cannot explain the agony.

    My tears were set off by a sweet night with my sisters. We – and their children – met for ice cream. But my own children weren’t there, and it hurt. I just wanted to be “normal,” yelling at my kids not to get too close to the road and cleaning up their ice cream drips on the picnic table. But my life is different, and I was reminded that night I cannot change what I did not choose. It’s a hard lesson to learn.

    You might not understand the specific struggles I face, but your mothering has its own special hell, too, I’m sure.

    We mothers all want to do a good job, whatever that actually means. We want our children to feel loved and secure, to have all they need, to be prepared to confidently leave us when that time comes. But none of these desires comes with a clear road map, and each day we mother requires us to navigate a path we’ve never walked down before. Each child we mother requires re-learning what we thought we already knew. Each moment requires patience and presence when we sometimes just want to escape.

    Mothering, in every form, is really hard, and it’s a task you never really know if you’re doing well. It’s a long-term investment with short-term agony.

    Whatever it is that makes you feel less-than as a mom today, know this: you have everything you need to be the mom your kids need. They were given to you because you are equipped to mother their hearts and raise them to be the adults they are intended to be.

    Your circumstances might be incredibly difficult, and your life might be the exact opposite of how you wish it were. From a human perspective, the list of what you lack might be greater than what you have. You may lie in bed at night replaying all you did wrong, but there’s always one thing you do right – you love them with every beat of your heart.

    Give yourself grace today, mom. No, you are not perfect. You are far from it, and you fail in many ways. There is always more of you that’s needed, and there’s never enough of you present. But none of that means you are a failure as a mom. None of that means you should throw in the towel and quit giving what you can. You are not perfect, but you are perfectly capable of being the mother you are supposed to be.

    Maybe you, too, need to have a good hissy fit. A good cry can cleanse the soul. Cry it out, let it out, and then pick yourself up. Mothering was never intended to be rainbows and butterflies. It was intended to be the hard work of raising strong, intelligent, determined people who know why and by whom they were created.

    You can do this, mom.

    Get back at it.

  • Why I’m Quitting Teaching

    After nine years in a classroom, I’m leaving education. 
    I will walk out of my empty room on Tuesday with books packed away and memories stored in my heart, leaving behind hundreds of adolescents who walked through the door looking for what they didn’t know they needed.
    Honestly, I don’t know if I gave them anything.
    I tried really hard, that’s for sure. I wrote curriculum and read professional books and took classes to get better.
    I read adolescent novels and included the classics and tried to teach them some grammar.
    But as far as what they got? Who really knows. That’s the agonizing peculiarity of education. You never really know how you did, even with test scores and data being thrown all around. You never really know if you made an impact that will be remembered beyond the last day of school. You never really know.
    I sure don’t.
    If you’re looking for a diatribe against the American education system, you won’t find it here. I have a lot of thoughts on our system and a lot I think needs to be changed, but I’ll keep those thoughts inside until the time is right to voice them.
    Here’s what I do know: I can’t stay.
    Not because I hate teaching or because I believe the system is irreparably broken. Not because I’m tired of the kids or frustrated with changing standards.
    No, I’m leaving because God has made it clear it’s time for me to do something else. I’ve tried to help my students uncover their passions, and I’ve encouraged them to follow their hearts. I guess I’m finally taking my own advice.
    I’m going to be a writer.
    It sounds so foreign to my ear to say it out loud, like I might as well be saying I’m joining the circus to become a clown. But I am going to write, so that makes me a writer, I guess.
    The Lord awoke a desire in me about four years ago to share His heart and redemptive power through my words, and every day since then has pushed me to this place, the place where I confirm my belief in His call and my belief in His provision.
    There’s a lot I don’t know yet, like how exactly to be a writer. (A minor detail, I’m sure). I’m just going to write what He reveals, and I’ll share how I can. I don’t know how to operate without a bell schedule releasing me to use the bathroom, and I don’t know how to stop pinning lesson plan ideas while I’m scrolling through Pinterest.
    I don’t know, but I’ll learn. I’m moving from being the experienced teacher to a novice student again, but I’ve never been more excited (and thoroughly terrified). A part of me I didn’t know was sleeping has now been awakened, and it’s as if I’m seeing everything through new eyes. I’ve come to a place where I can’t not do what He has clearly called and confirmed. I feel, like Esther, I was made for such a time as this. It’s now or never. Trust and obey. Look and still leap.
    Some people have said to me, “I admire your courage!” Truthfully, I’m not feeling particularly courageous most days. Often I feel selfish and confused and overwhelmed and simply amazed that God would even ask me to do anything for Him.
    But He did, so I am. And I’m encouraging you to do the same.
    For those of you protecting a dream in your heart that you’re afraid will never be a reality… 

    Keep dreaming. 

    Keep praying. 

    Keep practicing
    It may take years, but if you beg God to take the desire away and it only comes through stronger, you’ll know. You’ll know He heard you, and you’ll know that eventually, in His time, He will set everything in motion. He did for me, and I’m trusting He will continue.
    So for now, I ask for your prayers. Pretty soon, I’ll be asking for your stories! I long to give you words you need to hear, and there would be no higher honor than for me to write about what you need. Words have power and stories give life, and the new focus of my days is to share power-imparting and life-giving stories with you. I think the teacher in me will always be around, sharing where I’ve been and what I know with those who need it. I pray my words will, somehow, give you something you need.