Nostalgia is a human memory phenomenon. Defined as "a wistful affection for the past," wistful meaning "full of desire tinged with melancholy." We talk about the past as if it was our high school sweetheart. Even if the sweetheart was not sweet. That's usually the case, today is just another departure from the good old … Continue reading The Sin of Nostalgia
In case you haven't noticed by now, I tend to be stuck in the past at times. It's difficult accepting failure. Right? Falling down doesn't feel good. Some times it's a soft fall that you can laugh about, I actually enjoy those. But those falls that feel like miles down a rocky mountainside? Those leave … Continue reading Stuck in Regret
I think you should know that I have been procrastinating on today's blog idea for a few days. Even before I sat down to write, I tried to make a blog header (fail), watched an episode of Jeopardy!, ate twice, and taught my grandmother how to play chess. Deliberate distraction, I would say. Procrastination and … Continue reading Dealing with Distraction
I must vent... Pregnancy brain, mommy brain, whatever this jello inside my skull is doing, has confused me to no avail.
Today's message at church was prompted by an interesting question, "Why do some Christ-followers seem to struggle internally more than others?" It's a question I've often wondered myself because my transformation was so radical. I want to see radical transformations in the hearts of all my friends and family, I want to see them experience … Continue reading Standing Firm
You cannot expect other people to treat you how you want to be treated if you are not treating yourself how you want to be treated. That's why boundaries begin with the self. We have to give ourselves space and time, especially prayer with God, to learn about the limits of things we can and cannot accept.
This year has been an eye-opener. I think everyone says that every year and that's a good thing, it means that we are moving forward or at least touching the deeper meanings of life. But, seriously, it feels as though this year kept my eyelids peeled back until the dryness of my eyeballs was no … Continue reading Setting Boundaries (intro)