patience
My teen asked sarcastically if 𝙝𝙤𝙥𝙚 was a four letter word. (I should add it was in response to an economics lesson & we were discussing market crashes.) Without skipping a beat, it rolled off my tongue that 𝙥𝙖𝙩𝙞𝙚𝙣𝙘𝙚 was an eight letter word & God is teaching me that it’s needful to count to eight.
𝘉𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘪𝘯, 𝘣𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘰𝘶𝘵, 𝘭𝘦𝘵 𝘦𝘢𝘤𝘩 𝘭𝘦𝘵𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘴𝘪𝘯𝘬 & 𝘴𝘢𝘵𝘶𝘳𝘢𝘵𝘦 𝘮𝘺 𝘴𝘰𝘶𝘭, 𝘵𝘦𝘢𝘤𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘮𝘦 𝘥𝘦𝘱𝘵𝘩 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯 𝘦𝘢𝘤𝘩 𝘭𝘦𝘵𝘵𝘦𝘳.
if I ever go down
If I ᴇᴠᴇʀ ɢᴏ ᴅᴏᴡɴ...may I have praise hands in the air, a song beating in my heart, and gratitude leaving my lips. Thankfulness ɪs ᴛʜᴇ ʟᴇᴀsᴛ I ᴄᴏᴜʟᴅ offer. God has given 𝒑𝒆𝒂𝒄𝒆 in my valleys, built 𝒇𝒂𝒊𝒕𝒉 in my storms, 𝒂𝒏𝒔𝒘𝒆𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒈 in my bow.
reconnect
I can be sort of a planner nerd. I like my days organized with stickers and glitter and pretty pens. It started during a season of my husband working rotating shifts(LEO), myself on weekend night shifts, and a new baby. Coordinating our work hours was a necessity for functioning.
restore
I grew up with immense admiration for my great grandmother. Suzie was poised energy, accomplished and adored. When someone commented that they had never seen Suzie cry (even though I had secretly witnessed her shedding tears behind a partially closed door), I mimicked her battle plan as my battle cry. I pushed down hidden fears and tears for three decades.
reimagine
By four years old, I knew in my heart that I wanted 3 things: I wanted to be a nurse, a mother, and a wife. I wanted them pretty much in that order-I was four years old, wisdom or experience clearly wasn’t available yet. At nine years old, my babysitter gave me my first journal-just a simple, small, dime store journal that I could hide my hopes and dreams, fears and horrors-safely held under lock and key. As space ran out…
friends that love
It’s been a heavy week. It couldn’t be polished pretty or wrapped in a bow. This week, I needed to kneel.
radiant
In our day to day lives, there are moments that are fleeting and there are some moments that, even though seemingly small, make a huge impact. Words are such a thing. They have a weight and depth so deep they can barely be held...and yet they hold us, nurture us, breathe emotion to us.
the breath of Thursday
𝑻𝒉𝒖𝒓𝒔𝒅𝒂𝒚𝒔?? 𝑇ℎ𝑢𝑟𝑠𝑑𝑎𝑦𝑠 𝑚𝑎𝑘𝑒 𝑚𝑒 𝑠𝑚𝑖𝑙𝑒-𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑤𝑜𝑟𝑙𝑑 𝑓𝑒𝑒𝑙𝑠 𝑎 𝑏𝑖𝑡 𝑚𝑜𝑟𝑒 ℎ𝑜𝑝𝑒-𝑓𝑖𝑙𝑙𝑒𝑑, 𝑎 𝑏𝑖𝑡 𝑏𝑟𝑖𝑔ℎ𝑡𝑒𝑟.
My grandfather convinced me I could accomplish more than I could imagine on a scorching Georgia July 𝑻𝒉𝒖𝒓𝒔𝒅𝒂𝒚. It was our last conversation. I came home to North Carolina and he passed two months later before the leaves even fell. ⠀⠀
𝐿𝑖𝑓𝑒 ℎ𝑎𝑠 𝑎 𝑤𝑎𝑦 𝑜𝑓 𝑏𝑟𝑖𝑛𝑔𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑢𝑠 𝑠𝑢𝑟𝑝𝑟𝑖𝑠𝑒𝑠 𝑙𝑖𝑘𝑒 𝑡ℎ𝑎𝑡-that 𝑻𝒉𝒖𝒓𝒔𝒅𝒂𝒚𝒔 had been where I learned what it looked like for…
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