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Tanya, Not Polly

Feb 4th, 2015 Becoming, Uncategorized

From conception, my life has been rooted in defiance, as if I was created from equal measure of contradiction and spite. Instead of head down, I was breech. Instead of a boy, I was a girl. Instead of being too small, I was very large. Instead of an amiable Paulina Francis, my mom brought home a ornery Tanya Sue, and that was all within 72 hours of my first breath.

I Need People

Jan 18th, 2015 Faith, Insecurities

Vulnerability. I can’t even say the word. It doesn’t eloquently glide through my mouth like more pleasant words. Instead, its jagged edges score my throat and obstruct the otherwise smooth mechanics of speech. Its sour taste makes me gag. Saying vulnerability is my biggest fear isn’t adequate. The thought of being vulnerable cripples me. It hinders my actions and renders me speechless. I cannot be weak. I cannot…

My One Word :: STEADFAST

Jan 10th, 2015 Becoming

If January is a month of beginnings, then December is a month of reflection. I have wandered in retrospect through the past year trying to piece together happenstance into something tangible. I have sought patterns in both my shortcomings and successes to find what I can learn and where I can improve. Truth be told, I feel like there is more to improve than celebrate. We…

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My Fleece

Dec 18th, 2014 Becoming, Insecurities

So many times I have been drawn to the story of Gideon. So many times I heard of his cowardice. So many times I prayed God would give me courage, so that when He called, I would go without hesitation. Yet each time I study Gideon’s tale, I cannot help but identify with him. When we first meet Gideon (Judges 6), he is hiding in a winepress…

Discarded Treasures

Dec 15th, 2014 Roots, Uncategorized

Originally posted at Hello, Darling (Which is such an honor. Thank you.) As the days grew shorter and the lake grew colder, my grandfather and I spent our evenings in the junkyard. We would go from car to car ripping out wire harnesses so we could salvage the copper and sell it to the scrap dealer. Admittedly, Grandpa did most of the work, while I…