I can make anything about a checklist. A goal to accomplish. A race to be won.
Currently, I am trying to get better about drinking water: the way I go about dehydrating myself throughout the day to push for one more thing has complicated my health. Naturally, I put another pale yellow Read more
“That’s just who I am,” I conceded to my husband the other day, my defeatist attitude brought on by a recent stream of moodiness I couldn’t seem to get a handle on. Any chance you’re in that kind of season, too? In “The Broken Way” calendar with daily quotations from one of my favorite authors, Ann Voskamp reminds me that sometimes the best way to remove the scales from my eyes and life is to evaluate where I’ve misplaced my identity. Ann writes, “Activity for God—is not the same as intimacy with God or identity in God. And it is your intimacy with Christ that gives you your identity.”
If I’m being honest, I must admit Read more
Hey Readers! Fair warning: stuff’s about to get REAL. I’ve got some vulnerability to share, and I’ll start by owning that at least a strong part of me is an 8 on the enneagram (“the challenger”). As such, the emotion that often really powers me is anger. That can be a powerful force for change in the world. It can also get me into trouble at times.
I care a lot about matters of justice: social justice on the one hand (great!). On the other hand, making sure justice is served in my own personal affairs (selfish motives: not so great). As a child, “it’s not fair!” came out of my mouth with as much regularity as “Are we there yet?” intuits out of the mouth of a kid on a 20-hour car ride to Disney.
So when, as an adult, I experience the pain of this world (aka: the gap that exists between the way things ought to be and the way things actually are), and I can’t readily do something about it or fix it on the spot, I tend to run my mouth as an alternative. And this mouth can run. In moments of stress, it turns to four-letter words. Keep Reading
