Confession: I don’t believe in praying that God would arrange the world around my private needs, but at times my philosophies and prayers fly mingled out the car window. (You wouldn’t think that the car window would be open in February, but I assure you that at times it is. It’s better than the resident […]
Change comes slowly, and is shy of being quantified. It took a lot of time, a lot of living, just to heal. My depression is seasonal, but it was getting worse. I wasn’t getting back my zest for life in between. In the summer times I didn’t ponder taking my life, but I would always
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I am in the middle of a story about my experience with seasonal depression. Begin at the beginning right here. ***** Heading into winter 2010-2011, I tried hard to keep things upbeat. I meant to use my lamp. I really did. But I didn’t start until I crashed into a black weekend—Thanksgiving. I tried fitting
Confession: This is how I generally feel about winter. Poorly-planned landscapes. Gray on gray. Gray on gray. Today I went on a little Expotition to the North Pole (as Pooh) to see if I could find something more inspiring than the above. Anything green, anything growing. Guess what? The earth has layers. (Incidentally, this post
Bluest of skies, perfect temperature My brand new clothesline, quickly revolutionizing the way I feel about laundry The heavenly smell of fresh-crusty, sun-baked clothes Four puffs of gray velvet, old enough now to spit fire at me from their little red mouths and big blue eyes Two boys living outside, digging dirt, building forts, riding
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This has felt like a sermon, and I am relieved to come to the close of my inadvertent mini-series on femininity. Here are the two last things I have to say about beauty. Ask yourself carefully if they are true, and listen to the Spirit’s voice. 1. There’s a natural beauty God gives. And He
So. I’m standing in the shower the other morning, still groggy with sleep, still furious from yesterday, and the day before. Furious with God about these feminine dilemmas that don’t make sense, the desperate longing for more and the impossibility of getting it. This girl who’s passionately in love with solitude, independence, adventure, creation, exploration,
Confession: Idiocy is one of my infirmities. in·fir·mi·ty noun, plural in·fir·mi·ties a physical weakness or ailment, lack of strength, a moral weakness or failing. I often ask Jesus to forgive my sin, but where to go with my stupidity? I know He will pardon my transgressions, but I’m always suspicious He’ll let me hang for
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Confession: My favorite word in the English language has two letters. Here it is: So! It’s a beautiful word. An empowering word. A useful word. A word in motion. (What are we going to do next?) It’s a word of anticipation and desire, the one I use when I’m starting on a lovely project.
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Confession: Sometimes I hate what I am doing. Yesterday was one of those days for me. By the kids’ bedtime I was frazzled and ready to snap. Here is one of the holy escapes I have found: I head for the road. I call it a holy escape, though the sins that lead to it
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