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I could spend my whole life trying to get to know me and the truth is, you, Creator King, have done an infinitely unique job on all of us. I can no sooner fully know myself than I can fully know you.
And somehow, discovery of self and you come from new thoughts entering our head. I’m not sure any of us really have a truly original idea. All we can do is filter what we hear, see, read, and experience, noticing if it agrees with our nature or not. The nature that is so deeply, so simply, us, that we can’t articulate it. We can only recognize it when someone else does.
Can I ask you something…are you growing?
If you aren’t, I bet your life feels a bit blah. A bit empty. Kind of passionless. I can imagine there might even be a small hint of lingering guilt. Why? Because you know you were made for more.
I’m sure you are busy. I’m sure you are capable. I’m sure you are getting stuff done. I’m sure you have a big to-do list. I’m sure you are trying to do all the things you think you are supposed to do, as a woman, wife, employee, mom, Christian…
But, really, are you growing?
I believe, as women, we were specially designed to nurture new life…be it an idea, a child, a business, a project, a relationship, or a hurting person. We are inexplicably drawn to things like this.
I like to help women get untangled.
I do it for myself all the time. If something is off I dig, pray, journal and talk to friends until I figure out what’s going on inside me or around me. I’ve always been about freedom, and depth, and really living. It's who I am.
It is also why I've decided to make it my career! I like to see women alive. Alive in Christ. Making the most of their life.
The opposite of numb and boring. Because, with Christ, we have no excuse to be either.
This week, as I’ve continued to refine my purpose (Did you see my new tagline?), I’ve been thinking a lot about how we as everyday women, can be fully engaged with life, now.
I know you. The one who clicked on this link, hoping to read something here that will affirm your current relationship, or the one you want to be in.
I am you. Or at least I was.
The girl who loves Jesus and has an honest to goodness desire to be married, to be a wife and a mom. The one who has been a bridesmaid…a lot. The one who knows her worth and often wonders why others can’t see it. The one who has waited for 4 years, 10 years, 15 years…or more for her “life” to start.
You fill your life with good and meaningful things. You try your hardest to trust God. Small group here, a weekend trip there, a good job. You listen to all the encouragement from your family and friends but secretly still cry about once a week because the longing is so real and the wondering why grows on you with each passing year like an ugly wart.
Discovering great products, things that can become my new staple or just add a dab of joy to my day is a favorite pastime of mine. I don’t know about you but I always get so excited when someone recommends something I haven't heard of or tried yet. So, for fun, occasionally I do a “Favorite Finds” post. Welcome to post #3! I hope you find something new to love!
There is a lot of talk about Self-Care lately. Why? Because there are a lot of very overworked, over-committed, stressed out, anxiety-ridden people – young and old. A lot.
We’ve been told we can do it all, so we try. We’ve been told we can have it all, so we get it. We’ve been told the world is ours, so we expect it.
The answer to all this burnout, stress, anxiety and depression seems to be “self-care”. Self-Care urges us to put our own needs first, occasionally, in an effort to avoid ending up in the ER (or putting someone there)!
Get that massage. Buy that purse. Get whipped cream on your iced latte. Light up that scented candle and take a long bubble bath. (Side note: All those things actually sound really good right now. 😉)
Friends...this video, right here, is what it's all about. It being life. God. Worship. Take a moment and get alone and let it wash OVER YOU. Let it get in you. Also, why is my favorite part of the video when he turns his hat around...;)
Discovering great products, things that can become my new staple or just add a dab of joy to my day is a favorite pastime of mine. I don’t know about you but I always get so excited when someone recommends something I haven't heard of or tried yet. So, for fun, occasionally I do a “Favorite Finds” post. Welcome to post #2! I hope you find something new to love!
I'm often asked if I have any book or Bible Study recommendations. This blog category began with that in mind but has somewhat morphed. Discovering great products, things that can become my staple or just add a dab of joy to my day, is a favorite pastime of mine. I don’t know about you but I always get so excited when someone else loves a product! So, for fun, occasionally I do a “Favorite Finds” post. I will recommend a great book as well as some of my personal favorite products. I hope you find something new to love!
#Hustle #Slay #Grind.
Work hard. Work harder. Work the hardest.
I’m in the middle of launching my own business. Well, by the time you read this, it will be up and running! There are endless things to be done. Write this, print that, post this, look up that, file that document, learn more about this thing and that thing, write some more, put together a promotional pack, welcome pack, intake sheets, go meet with local pastors, set up meetings with local pastors….you get it.
About six months ago I was in the middle of the worst health crisis I’ve ever experienced. Stress had caused my body to pretty much shut down on me in more ways than one and in the span of 3 months I had taken 3 trips to the ER, a week of “stress leave” and had a procedure done for a mystery ailment.
Right now, our culture is obsessed with women's rights, empowering young girls and the equality of females. At this time in history, in America, in a lot of ways, it is good to be a woman. There are a lot of ads and people and songs out there that are fighting for us, or at the very least, reminding us of the fight within ourselves. We are smart. Shape doesn’t matter. We can do anything.
The other day I googled “Christian Magazine for Men” and found….nothing really. Then I googled “Christian Magazine for Women” and found many awesome things. Then I repeated that search for blogs, events, and movements (each one for men and women) and guess what I found? There is a lot of modern, relevant, powerful things out there for the ladies and…..not so much for the men.
A little over a month ago, I got a promotion. I feel like my 10 years of working in the trenches with college students - responding to suicidal threats at 1:00 am, talking screaming moms out of their child's dorm room, and trying to teach roommates to communicate with actual words and not mean post-it notes - has finally paid off. Honestly, I'm thrilled, humbled and blessed!
While I am very happy about this new job, the position jump brought a lot of pressure and more responsibility than I have ever had before, all overnight. It made me feel like the whole world rested on my shoulders.
They are paying me a lot, I better not mess up.
They think I can do it, so now I have to do it.
If someone I supervise messes up, the VP will be mad at me.
Maybe I’m different, maybe I’m not, but I tend to feel closest to God in a storm.
Breakups, family issues, deep struggles with sin or doubts, loneliness, illness, the death of a dream, or worse, a person. I cling to Jesus in those times and I always feel Him very near.
Ever since I was little I have understood God as my provider of joy when it came from nowhere else. As my protector from the things, I feared because He is in control and I am not. And as the One who was there in spirit, when I was sick with loneliness.
I know THAT God. I have experienced that God. The helper in times of trouble. The healer when I'm hurt. I trust that God.
For the past few months, my life has been busy. Busy and good. Nothing of major painful proportions has taken place and I’ve noticed the God feels quite distant. Maybe that is why I haven’t written a blog in two months. Good writing comes from pain. I learn about God from pain.
I have no pain at the moment.
Does that mean I have no God?
There is so much to say these days I don’t know what to write. I don’t know where to start.
I’m upset at all the things going on nationwide right now that are stealing my freedom. I mean I genuinely feel uneasy, afraid even, to be living in a country where I’m being told I can’t disagree. You can have your own opinions, just not that one. It’s scary.
I’m constantly disturbed by all the casual sex around me and how sad it is to see people use each other the way they do. I’m constantly thinking about how lovely it is to be single and have no one to answer to and be able to rest when I want, spend money when I want and travel when I want. I’m constantly thinking about how hard it is to be single and how I wish I had a partner to do life with, grow with, enjoy making babies with (haha, trying to keep it PG here people) and make plans for the future with.
The other day I was at my brother’s house. He works from home and was trying to get work done in his home office when the Queen of Questions, his 8 year old daughter and my mini-me niece, walked into his office and started up. “Daddy what are you doing? What’s for dinner? Can we read two books tonight? Do I have school tomorrow? It’s 7:15 right? So 15 more minutes until bed? Can I stay up until 8? Can we get pizza this weekend? Where is Mommy? Where is my pony? Can I be a Pony?”
He looked at her and kindly said, “I’m working.”
“Well, what am I supposed to do?” She said without pause.
“Go play. Go enjoy all the presents you just got for Christmas, go outside, play with your sister. Enjoy yourself.”
I often have these moments when I’m watching my brothers parent—instead of brother and niece, I see God and Rebekah.
This was one of those moments.
Rebekah, here. I remember what it was like to be a teenager. It's been awhile and I can't imagine how much harder/weirder it is in this current culture but I still remember those days pretty clearly. Every time I see you walking with your friends in the mall, sitting in a Starbucks with your mom and what appears to be some really annoying younger siblings or sitting in front of me at church looking bored to death....I am transported back to being 17 in the blink of an eye.
I remember the days I cried and didn't know why. The days it really did matter that the guy I liked totally ignored me. The rare occasions when my outfit felt perfect and that mattered even more. The first kiss. The first breakup. The sports. The friends, both good and bad.
What if God loved us?
What if God loved us no matter what?
What if He loved us even when we sinned?
Even when we sinned habitually? Even when we tried to kick our sin and couldn’t. What if God loved us even If we choose to sin knowing it was wrong and knowing that God was telling us no and we did it anyway.
What if God loved us even if we sinned because we were mad at Him? Even if we simply didn’t care what he had to say anymore? Even if we just thought it would feel good or make us feel better. Or just because we wanted to fit in, stand out, or get our way.
What if God loved us anyway?
What if God loved us even when we didn't believe in Him? Didn’t want Him? Didn’t see our need for Him? What if God loved us even when we scream and yell and fight with him? Ignore Him? Could care less about Him?
What if God was the source of all love?