This Is the Wage For All My Hard Work? {www.boldlytanya.com}

This Is the Wage for All My Hard Work?

Feb 14th, 2018 Faith

The parable of the landowner angered me for the longest time because I identified with the day laborers hired at dawn. If I work all day, I expect to be paid more than the laborers hired right before quitting time. I worked harder. I worked longer. That should be worth something. I wanted a fair wage for my work.

And I applied the same principle to the gospel.

I felt my obedience to God – my labor – should be worth something to Him. After all, it is really hard to love someone who isn’t loving. It is hard to turn away from sinful things. It is hard to pay my tithes when I want a new pair of shoes. But I do it regardless. Don’t I deserve some reward for making those good choices? Don’t I deserve a little extra for doing extra hard things?

My Complacency {www.boldlytanya.com}

My Complacency

May 23rd, 2017 Faith

All Scripture is inspired by God and is useful to teach us what is true and to make us realize what is wrong in our lives. It corrects us when we are wrong and teaches us to do what is right. God uses it to prepare and equip his people to do every good work” (2 Timothy 3:16-17 NLT). I have another confession for you. (Why…

Taming Trauma :: a guest post at Cisneros Cafe {www.boldlytanya.com}

Taming Trauma :: A Guest Post @ Cisneros Cafe

Trauma is a tricky beast, always festering and feeding, hoping to eat you alive from the inside out. You survive it, accept it, and hopefully thrive in spite of it. But you are never rid of it. It lingers like the scars it inflicts.

By eighteen years of age, I experienced seven different types of childhood trauma. I handled my trauma by pretending it wasn’t there. As each new trauma visited, I ripped off that piece and hid it away.

Abandonment.

Abuse.

Neglect.

Eventually, all seven traumas were sealed away and buried deep inside.

But trauma chafes and enflames. Although I quarantined my infected parts, they still rotted. The stench permeated my good parts, spoiling them, too. I kept hacking and concealing, but I couldn’t keep up.

God Is Not My Stepdad {www.boldlytanya.com}

God Is Not My Stepdad

May 16th, 2017 Faith

I responded God the same way I responded to my stepdad. Here was this “father figure” with astronomically high standards trying to change my whole life and tell me what to do. I felt like everyone was telling me to love Him because of all the great things He did, not because of who He was. I believe most people were like my mom; they listed his actions as evidence of who He is. But some only loved God for what He did. That isn’t love. That is obligation.

My Faulty Understanding {www.boldlytanya.com}

My Faulty Understanding

May 2nd, 2017 Faith, Lessons Learned

I enjoy listening to the Bible.com app while I prepare breakfast. It has a two-fold benefit. First, and most obvious, I am in the Word. Second, the kids listen, too. It keeps morning squabbles at bay while filling them with the Word, too. Last week, we were proceeding with our morning routine as usual. Clothes were being changed, teeth were being brushed, and coffee was being…