Where I’m Supposed to Be

photo-1431660370894-11a187f8cf92I started a couple dozen posts about ending our 7 years in Las Vegas and entering into this new season back in California. Phrases and sentences were jotted down, but the words fell short of the enormity of my feelings. I stayed silent, grieved, cried a million tears, and barely wrote a thing while we transitioned.

But now we’re here, and I was finally able to match the words to my feelings in this post I wrote for The Mudroom.

Coming home usually fosters feelings of comfort, peace, ease, but instead a stifling pressure rises in my chest. What am I doing here? Why did we move back? Like a wild horse being bridled, I’m frantic inside. Everything in me wants to run away till my lungs hurt and the tears fall freely…

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Courage Can Take Time

IMG_6925Over at the Spoken For shop, we’re talking about courage and accepting God’s call in the book of Isaiah this month, and today I’m sharing how courage can take time.

I dismissed what He said to me because I refused believe it was true. I couldn’t comprehend how He saw something in me I didn’t see myself. I wasted time, I procrastinated, I stayed stubborn. But He is as persistent as He is loving, so He kept telling me the same thing.

WRITE…

Read the rest of the post here! 

Cooking + Feeding of Our Souls

photo-1441122365457-1ae2aba6235cA couple of weeks ago I stepped down as an associate pastor at our church to prepare for our move out of state. It’s the first time being a full-time stay-at-home mom with no meetings to attend, no sermons to prep, no ministry or work obligations whatsoever. So how do I fill up this new space in my life? I cook. Instead of prepping for Sunday services, I plan for meals. Instead of having coffee dates with people, I shop for groceries with the intent of filling my family’s bellies and our fridge to bursting. I am becoming my mother, and I can’t help it…

Join me over at The Mudroom to read the rest, and if you’re curious about how to start creating community through the art of feeding one another, email me to hear about how supper club did that for me!