Our Story

This is a story of three women that God has brought together. We are not necessarily likely friends, but through an interesting series of events, God got us here. We each have our own story and perspective that we want to share. This is something that we have been asked to do, not for informative reasons, but…

Hello Darkness My Old Friend

Dark. Heavy. Drowning. I don’t know if it’s the change in season or if it is all the chaos in my life at the moment, but darkness has become my constant companion of late. Some days I feel like I am watching actors on a stage; like I can’t actually engage with anyone. I am going through the motions of…

Constant Work in Progress

      I have put in a lifetime of work accepting myself. It has been a constant battle with my own negative self-talk: you’re a fraud, you’ll never be good enough, you don’t belong here, you’re worthless, and so on.  I have only really been good at replacing those lies with God’s truth in the last few years by…

When Words Fail

I am tired; the tired that leaves you feeling numb. The tired that causes sleep to be elusive. I am worn. I am battle weary. I do not say this in an attempt to feel sorry for myself. No, I say this because it is hard for me to admit that I am anything less than strong. To say that…

Voices

I have spent too much time lately listening to the wrong voices. I have listened to the voices that tell me this is all too much. The voices that say I will never be able to manage this and I will fail. The voices that tell me I am a bad mom and if only I had tried harder and…

It. Hurts.

It hurts. No one tells you in the parenting books how much being a parent can hurt. When your child is sick or falls down and scrapes a knee, you hurt with them. When they face bullies at school and fights with friends, your heart hurts right along with theirs. Being a mom is the most rewarding and most painful…

Better Together

Better together. That was a phrase that was often repeated by all of the speakers in California. It has been repeated by many voices since I have been home. I wonder if they’ve been saying it all along and maybe I’m just finally ready to hear it…   Better together is not me. I am more of a, “I’m good…

Rocks in the River

  I was on Facebook today and read a friend’s post. It was about her dad and how much the grief still hurts after so many years. I wanted to respond to her. I wanted to say something like ‘I know’ or ‘it doesn’t matter how long, it always sucks’. But I couldn’t. I couldn’t even bring myself to put…