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Yellow Cake

Jan 14th, 2016 Roots

Grandpa taught me not to give convention the power to steal my joy and rob me of blessings. Maybe what I have doesn’t fit the pattern or look like the things other people have, but that doesn’t make it less. Sometimes, there is more beauty in the unique than the ordinary, and more value in the unprecedented than the expected.

My One Word for 2016: Discipline.

Jan 1st, 2016 Becoming

On a spectrum ranging from complete laziness to industrious burn out, I find a billion and one reasons not to do something, even if it is something I desperately want to do. Lawlessness is the silver spoon I use to sample each and every one of those problematic motives. Every bite is followed by the repulsive aftertaste of self-loathing; yet, I keep going back for more.

What is wrong with me?

It’s time to put the spoon down and step away from the table. This knowledge necessitates change. So I am making discipline my one word for 2016 (while noting the irony).

Scar colored lenses.

Nov 23rd, 2015 Cleft Lip and Palate

When I project my concerns on her, I am forsaking God’s promises in favor of worry and fear. Perhaps there will come a time when the scars of her facial deformity will make her want to hide. But maybe they won’t. Regardless, God will be there each step of the way, equipping us to handle it.

Let’s socialize

Nov 22nd, 2015 Uncategorized

I am really scared to put myself out there, so I have done it in baby steps. It started with this blog. I told myself when I got to the point where I could handle it, I would actually tell someone about it. However, “the point where I could handle it” has proven to be a very arbitrary measure. Also, that was nearly three years ago! Let’s face it –…