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Mind chatter
Healing happens mind, body, soul, and spirit. It occurs separate or in tandem, instantaneous or an agonizingly slow process. Hurt and pain have a way of defying timelines to show up in your present moment. It makes moving feel like you're treading through muddy...
…grace upon grace
There’s this thing I do with biographies. I like to flip to the back pages and see how they finished. Sort of like, how’d they do? Did they let life overcome them? Beginning with the end in mind is the mark to which a Christian strives. They live their lives to be in...
Know that you are loved
Hot tears slid down the sides of my temples to rest on my yoga mat. The studio was dark and this was the part of my practice of final rest. “Know that you are loved, rest in peace.” The lyrics wove through my battered spirit and each word seemed to catch on a jagged...
Where praying is like breathing
Have you ever watched someone lose the vision for their life? Like a tire that goes flat, it's not from a sudden burst but rather, a slow leak. There's so much about our world right now that ransacks our spirit, leaving interrupted dreams. Fear thrives in lonely,...
A mind at rest
Can I ask you something? How are you doing? If you did an emotional inventory, like a soul scan, how are you really doing? Okay, I’ll start. For 18 days I was locked alone in a room with a madwoman who shouted fear and strange thoughts. Well actually, the...
If I had known
“But some will come to me—those the Father has given me—and I will never, never reject them.” John 6:37 "You can never run again." Sure, my spine surgeon said it kindly and with soft eyes because I was crying so hard that I might have been blowing awkward bubbles...
That’s the way I fight
My watch reminds me to breathe, drink water, tracks my steps, and my fitness ranking. I can choose to compete with family, friends, my own personal best but one thing it can’t do, is measure the impact to my spirit when I'm shadow boxing. It doesn’t register the...
Tag! You’re not IT
“Kris has a dragon on on her shirt!” Tom shouted across my eighth grade English class. I simultaneously sunk low in my shirt and seat. A tiny one inch misplaced reptile had landed me in the not “IT” group. Entry into that elite group was relegated to those who could...