Monthly Archives: August 2012


I am reminded of this everyday.  I know the darkness I have come from.  The ashes I rose up from.  The pit I was dug out from.

I know and I rejoice.


Today had me thinking about friendship.  Besides the obvious that God has been my healer, I would not be where I am today without the few close friends I have met along the way.

There have been many people that have helped me along the way with a kind word, thought, or advice.  People that have reminded me of my value and worth that can sometimes forgotten in the darkness of your mind.

I know who each one of you is and I pray that God will heap many blessings on you. 🙂

John 15:12-15 “This is my commandment, that you love one another as I have loved you. Greater love has no one than this, that someone lay down his life for his friends. You are my friends if you do what I command you. No longer do I call you servants, for the servant does not know what his master is doing; but I have called you friends, for all that I have heard from my Father I have made known to you.

a new perspective

This summer I was privileged to be on the other side of our Surrendering the Secret groups.  I was not leading one, but I was able to serve in a different way by making goodies a couple times for their meetings and last weekend my friend and I made dinner for their retreat on Friday night.

It was a strange feeling being a part of it, yet being removed from the lessons, the stories, the journey.

While the women were eating their dinner in the other room there was a lot of talking and laughter and though I didn’t know anything of what brought them to this point, I smile knowing the path to healing they are on and the weight that has been lifted up.

It was a wonderful blessing to still be a part of it, but in a different way.


Sign, signs everywhere signs…

It is rumored that the Westboro Baptist Church from Kanas might visit a local city here and protest a funeral from one of our fallen soldiers.  Seriously who can walk around with a sign that reads, “God hates your tears” or “Thank God for dead soldiers”.  These are the very soldiers that are fighting for their freedom to stand there.  I hear these types of stories and I don’t understand.  I am angered and I am almost speechless.

But I LOVE how a student in Texas rose above and organized a group to create a human wall to block the protesters from the family (protestors never showed up).

It’s like those who are pro-life and shoot abortionists, or show up to a clinic yelling and screaming at the women who enter.  The bloody signs are not helping the point you want to make.  Where is the gentleness, patience, kindness, peace, goodness, love?

We all carry signs around visible and invisible.  What do you want to say with your life?

moving forward

‎”Burst into songs of joy together, you ruins of Jerusalem, for the LORD has comforted his people, he has redeemed Jerusalem.” Isaiah 52:9

I am reminded how very blessed I am and how short life can be.  Instead of living in the past allowing a handful of mistakes to decide the rest of my life, I look toward the future and what I can do with what I have learned.  It’s not that I haven’t, I just need reminders from time to time.  If I gave any advice it would be this:  Learn from your mistakes, pick up and move forward don’t let them define you, let them mold you.