I wear a few hats in what makes me “me.” One I don’t write too much about but takes a big chunk of my life is an intercessor. Someone who prayerfully stands in the gap. Prayer Warrior. I’m always “on duty,” getting nudges during conversations, sermons, during a deep sleep, or in the shower. But…
I’m the girl that likes to ask questions. I rarely do out loud anymore because I’ve learned through the years my asking isn’t a popular thing. One of my standout memories was asking a poor 6th grade Sunday School teacher who didn’t read the Bible at the time to please explain the Virgin Birth. He…
Around late July I can feel the music cueing up. My feet start tapping. I’m humming the tune. The Kids-Go-Back-to-School-Hallelujah Song. By August I usually proclaim that on that first day of school, I will be dancing. One year I think I even said I’d be doing so on top of a table. …
Guess what? I happen to be someone set free from people pleasing, yet I remain vain. Is that possible? I think it is. I no longer stay awake nights analyzing what I said, what was said to me, or how to handle a potential situation. But–I refuse to wear a hat unless the wind chill…
Those who really know me, and I keep that circle pretty small by design, aren’t surprised by my confession. But lately I’ve had the opportunity to share why I do the things I do the way I do, and it generated good conversation. I thought I’d share here and maybe you might understand the introvert…
Is it just me? I don’t think so, because when I asked on Facebook about waiting, a few people chimed in. Here’s my deal–I do pretty well with long waits. I’ve waited years for children, for job circumstances, to overcome fears. I’ve waited months for vacations, sales, weight loss, and television shows to return. No…