This is 50
I'm a little late, I had other blogging posts scheduled, but each year I try to write a birthday related post. Well this was a big one. 5-0. Fifty years.…
I'm a little late, I had other blogging posts scheduled, but each year I try to write a birthday related post. Well this was a big one. 5-0. Fifty years.…
I've been doing this a few years, post-birthday, sharing where I am, how far I've come, and where I hope to go. I have to say, 47 is weird. It's…
Last month I shared how I was an iBloom lurker and this year took the plunge and bought the planner. I was so sold on it that when there was…
It's weird, this year. Each October I start promoting the need for guest posts from people from every walk of life to say why they are thankful. Most years I…
My confession this week stems from my Facebook status. Although the frustration has passed, I know the exhaustion isn’t just my confession. We’ve all been there. This week it felt extra heavy. The rejection and loneliness has been harder than usual to handle. So I vented. Can you relate?
For all I do post here, there is much I do not share because it is in process, not just about me, or too raw. Every once in awhile it’s a small thing that breaks me to reveal the bigger issue. Yesterday I had to deal with a mom thing that has been ongoing and frustrating and it was the last straw. In the end it was an 8 tissue quiet time where I confessed I’m not strong enough to do this—any of it. I’m not equipped to handle the situations and people before me. The process to make me more Christ-like, the rejection and loneliness, is crushing. It is hard to serve, pray, decree and wait. It is unbearable when few understand and it feels like even fewer care.
Once I poured it all out I had a bed full of tissues, a headache, but a freedom that I didn’t stuff it. I let God have it because He is equipped and strong enough. And that “I can’t do this” cry brings me one step closer to breakthrough. I have to believe that. And today is a new day where I start the small and big stuff all over again.
My friends, don’t give up. (more…)
Believe it or not, my schedule is already opening to May. June. July. Even August is filling up. Although as I type snow is falling, I'm planning ahead to days…