When You’re Overwhelmed, Love Is Not Optional — She’s the Answer
I feel like I have so much time, and feel like I have none. And so I breathe. Deep breath in. Slower breath out. And with each breath, my confidence grows.
I feel like I have so much time, and feel like I have none. And so I breathe. Deep breath in. Slower breath out. And with each breath, my confidence grows.
I no longer sit at your tables. I no longer am eager to come into your rooms. The righteous indignation rose in me like the sun rises predictably in the east.
Love is the clanging of cymbals when there is none—loud in absence and full in its presence. We don’t get to dictate love. This isn’t a movie we direct.
Hair falls from my head like leaves fall off trees and petals fall off flowers. Shedding—letting go—one of the most natural parts of nature.
I’m leaving the U.S. Not to flee, but to free. Freedom isn’t free. It’s costing me something—the familiar, the known.
In the dark, I hear her.
In the dark, she knows the parts of me I’ve hidden from myself.
In the dark, I begin to know myself more, too.
The pain you’ve been running from might be the very thing God wants to walk you through—not to shame you, but to shape you.
Stop doing what you hate just because it “works”.
When the process drains you, the outcome won’t sustain you. So quit the punishment path and choose what brings you joy. Love, healing and transformation can feel good—and they should.
I want to touch abundance like I would touch the hem of Jesus’ garment. Just a touch. That’s it. That’s all.
Remember the One and you will always have more than you need. Remember the One and your needs will continue to be met.