When life gives you lemons - a.k.a. all the wildness - you can either make some super delicious lemonade with it... or you can not. With six years of mothering a gorgeous child with sensory processing disorder and fifteen years mothering me - a woman living with chronic fatigue syndrome (CFS/ME) - under my belt, I have personally … Continue reading Bring On The Lemonade (Choosing to Thrive)
Today I'm trying my hand at poetry. We'll see if I can convey the joy I'm experiencing. I pray I can. Blessings, sweet friends xox J. I see Jesus In the sunrise No child in my bed For perhaps The first time In a decade. I see Jesus In the bath time When I can … Continue reading Where I See Jesus
Numbed-out by the tumultuous few weeks before we took flight - and absolutely emotionally exhausted by the child I aim to be loved-by (wince) - I chanted the words "Help Me" over and over as I pounded the boardwalk above the most beautiful ocean I've ever seen. One foot. Help. Second foot. Me. Over and over again. And then the words I was needing to hear punched me in the gut...
Friend, your babies will inspire you. They will tire you. They will encourage you. They will enrage you and engage you and make you laugh until your sides hurt and cry until you're sure there isn't a single tear left. And they will tear you apart into pieces that can never be stitched back together again. (Don't tell anyone I told you this, but you don't want the old you to be stitched back together. You want the new you. I promise a million times over you want her! Even if the her you are today isn't the one you imagined you would be. I pinky swear!)
A few weeks ago, I mentioned to my mentor/sponsor that I felt like the Lord was calling me to take a few days off from really real life. Being a mother is my heart and soul. Yet, to my Maker, I am immeasurably more than a mother. He calls me beautiful on my worst days. Which makes me wonder, what does He call me on my best? (Wink. I think it's just "still" His.)
This is our time third meeting around the book Hope in the Dark. To find the first two blog posts, click here. Love the one you're with. As a mother, father, caregiver, spouse - do you ever feel like you struggle with this? Me too. Yet living with chronic disease continually reminds me of how fragile … Continue reading For God So Loved the World
I prayed and prayed, and often heard what I wanted - but I didn't really listen. Because God is a God of love and people. And when I returned to work part-time in 2017 (just prior to Melanoma) I was acting out of love... but not for all of His people. Truthfully, I was escaping our Wild - who does life with a severe anxiety disorder and struggles with sensory processing and who can rage in the blink of an eye... and I was tired.
I'm a believer to my core. I say that I found Jesus before I knew he existed; a calming presence in the middle of storms that came upon me long before my path today. Yet, I too have struggled with doubts. My biggest came when I saw my business go up in smoke as chronic disease met special parenting. I didn't quit on my business or my God. But let's just say that fear took the reigns. I feared that I would never see my business prosper again. And I feared that my God's plans for me weren't all that good. That maybe my suffering was attached to His greater plan. That maybe staying faithful without my health or my child's sanity was more than just a test - but my life's work.
The next time someone does something for you - whether it's big or small - I hope you'll smile and say thanks. And let that be it. We don't need to return every favor or apologize for taking up space. We can accept goodness and favor and blessings abundant - and from this space pour out into the world.
After months of deliberate thought about what I want to share and how I might share it, The Barefoot Preacher Blog is officially live! I'm excited about this, and what it might have to offer those on similar paths. The Lord has gifted me with an abundance of life experience, and the resolve to be … Continue reading The Journey Begins