Gather round. Pull up a chair. I’d like to tell you a true story about a woman we’ll call Shari.
“Mommy, can we go to the store and buy food for people who don’t have a home?” I was taken aback by my daughter’s request as we pulled out of her preschool parking lot. “Of course. Let’s do it now,” I said.
But yet, whenever we drove into town, to church or to school, I was drawn to those fields we passed in which a lone tree stood, firm and spreading in the center of the flat space. There was usually just one tree and although the farmland engulfed everything around it, the tree was often strong and substantial in size.
Today I'm on the Mom Inspired Show where I share about my mama-hood journey, and the joys, heartbreaks and challenges that come with it. Take a listen! You can find the interview here.
A longing to be seen. A longing to be free. The guttural cry of her spirit- To return to the garden, naked before shame.
We were never meant to be hardened creatures, simplified reminders of the despair in the world. We were sculpted, with all our complexities, to be living, moving images of the beautiful God who made us...
He is life itself and when He inhabits the midnight silence, the rest fades into oblivion and I hear Him whisper that I am loved.
Today I'm over on Her View From Home where I open up about what I've learned from being overweight. It's not something I have discussed publicly until now.