Choosing Gratitude

Choosing Gratitude

I believe that gratitude can change your life. When I was ten years old, I picked up a little notebook and began a habit that has affected my life ever since. I called it my joy journal. In it I chronicled the bits and pieces of my ordinary days that made me smile, and reminded…

Chasing God (review & #giveaway for @KindredGrace #MarchOfBooks)

Chasing God

When we spend more time search for assurance than we do acting out of belief, we are chasing God. –Angie Smith in Chasing God If pinning organizational ideas on Pinterest was all that is required, my house would be perfectly organized. If outlining a weekly to-do list that included dusting and cleaning the bathroom was…

True or False?  Fighting the Lies

True or False? Fighting the Lies

Lately, the mean voices are particularly loud. On repeat, the angry mantras march through my thoughts, echoing their erroneous chorus and stifling the realities I know to be true. When I hear it enough, I start to believe it. “You are ugly.” “You are fat.” “You are a failure.” “You’re dumb.” “You’re not [good/smart/fast/strong/beautiful] enough….

Spreading Smiles

Spreading Smiles

I’m a girl. I have grumpy, self-centered days. The end. (Or not.) On yet another dreadfully difficult, supercharged emotional day, I wasn’t exactly living like Pollyanna. My heart heavy, my mind foggy, my words muddled. Seeing people and smiling at them was the LAST thing I wanted to do, but I had to make it…

In Defense of Rest on @KindredGrace by @RachelleRea

In Defense of Rest

This summer I felt the Lord leading me to do something I’ve never done before. Translation: He challenged, and I balked. Story of my life. The task? Something simple, something Scriptural, something like…setting apart a Sabbath. It was summertime, but every time I thought of the upcoming semester, I heard that challenge repeated to take…

Treadmill Perspective

Treadmill Perspective

I had barely lasted a half mile.  As in, I hadn’t even hit the half mile mark. As in, I had barely even begun my workout. The grumbling started earlier than normal.  My muscles grumbled, my brain grumbled, my heart grumbled, my lungs grumbled.  Grumblegrumblegrumble.  I didn’t want to be running, I didn’t want to…

The End.

The End.