If gas fuels a car, productivity fuels me... or at-least I thought it did. Maybe it is culture, maybe it is my personality, but being productive has always fueled this sense of purpose deep inside me. For many years productivity and people have been my meter to gage if I am fulfilling a purpose. The ...
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We Moved!
I wanted to share our moving story. It's really not our story, it is God's story. I have seen Him in this process in such amazing ways. This story is about His glory, I hope it can shine a light on how much He loves each of us.On July second we signed papers to sell the house we spent ten years in ...
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I’m Learning to stop asking why.
Why wont the girls go to sleep better?Why does my attitude have to be so bad?Why can't I figure this problem out?Why can't I get along with this person?Why did God make me the way I am?Why does it seem everyone can handle more than me?Friends, my list could go on forever. It seems my first response ...
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Pedal Hard
There is a busy highway we often cross on our walks. I am often pushing the double stroller while my oldest bikes. On one of the first walks after the long winter we were waiting to cross the highway. When I gave the "let's go" my daughter cautiously began to move forward with her feet at a snails ...
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When the most productive thing is soul care.
I was apathetic. Feeling apathetic is the worst feeling for me personally. I am a person who feels deeply. My emotions range from very excited to very down--not often in between. I have spent many moments wishing I was less intense. However, I am learning it isn't my feelings that necessarily need ...
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When broken paves a way for healing.
I couldn't hold it in any longer. It erupted out of me like the water had erupted out of that make shift "experiment" tube the girls had used in quiet time. The girls tears added to the puddles around me as a loud, shrill, crazy lady scream exploded out of me. I was saying things I shouldn't be ...
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