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Confessions of a Teeny-Bopper

An enthusiastic teeny-bopper still dwells in a substantial corner of my heart. She used to tight-roll her jeans, wear scrunchies in her hair, create dance routines to Paula Abdul, and hang New Kids on the Block posters in her bedroom. Continue reading “Confessions of a Teeny-Bopper”

Growing Into A Child

 

I’m learning to believe that God sets our hearts free to play and experience joy. This is a concept that recently has been knocking on the door of my heart and introducing a new rhythm of being. Continue reading “Growing Into A Child”

Head Full of Doubt, Road Full of Promise

Take a deep breath. It’s okay you don’t know anyone. This is bigger than you and the intimidation you are feeling. Walk in obedience, this is where you are meant to be.
Continue reading “Head Full of Doubt, Road Full of Promise”

An Unwanted Driver

“The bitter drink of death is still before you.” – C.S. Lewis, The Great Divorce

A late-stage cancer diagnosis has become an unwanted challenge inviting me and my friends to walk in a uniquely odd journey of hope through a minacious and evolving terrain. Continue reading “An Unwanted Driver”

Finally Free!

Today is Sunday.  My thoughts gravitate towards home.  By the time you read this I will be home if all goes as planned. Continue reading “Finally Free!”

Take A Step For A Change

Eleven years ago I took my first step on the wellness journey by meeting with a spiritual director.  I believed that wellness was a destination and with a little help, I could get from here to there.  Continue reading “Take A Step For A Change”

In The Miracle Business

I am in the miracle business.

By which I mean to say, the kind that requires prayer and a whole lot of hope. Continue reading “In The Miracle Business”

A Life Giving Exchange

“Mom, do you think miracles still happen?”  “I do, why?”  “Because I really need one. Continue reading “A Life Giving Exchange”

Remember

One of my most loved, and at the same time, most hated parts of the experiences I had at Recovery Weeks was the excursion at the end of the week. Continue reading “Remember”

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