What you find below is my confession to a bundle of personal practices that have caused many pain and heartache. So here it goes……
Tag: shame
Why my 7 hour drive was worth it….
Approximately three years ago, I found myself dragging my soul through the darkest corridor I’ve ever traveled through. It didn’t help that I created this mess myself. Somewhere along the line of trying to navigate life outside of my calling....
Grace, love, & the things we can’t see
Let your conversation be always full of grace, seasoned with salt, so that you may know how to answer everyone. Colossians 4:6 NIV
It’s my blogiversary!!!
This morning started off like all other mornings. I was prepared to jump right into my regular morning ritual which involves coffee, my gratitude journal, bible reading, and prayer. As a habit, I make sure that each of these is complete before I dive into my daily dose of social media. However, today I drove … Continue reading It’s my blogiversary!!!
10 year challenge
I posted a video on my Instagram TV that I'd like to share with you. I recognize that it is geared to my Instagram audience. However, I shared a message that I think is valuable for all.
The holy hands of a drunk man
It’s not everyday that I find an inebriated man laying his hands on me, and praying over me. Nevertheless, this was the exact situation that I found myself in while on a business trip in Farmington, NM.
Shame, and why I absolutely hate it
All six of them stood before us, that day, all in a row. We all knew what was coming and it wasn’t good. I hated these moments and had witnessed them one-too-many times. I never understood why the congregants allowed this archaic practice to take place. Were all of them too fearful to stand up and do something about it?
How to create a powerful circle of influence
I found my strength increasing when I surrounded myself with people who inspired me. The strength didn’t come from people doing things for me, but rather from conversation.
What I learned from 3 separate scenarios of marital separation
As much as I might criticize my friend’s husband, the truth of the matter is that I too struggle with arrogance and pride. I too have a propensity to throw fits of cataclysmic proportions when things do not go my way. No matter how much I would like to deny it, I have a tendency to try to control people and situations through manipulative behaviors. Although, I have surrendered this vice to God, it still beacons for my attention.
Lessons from a holy communion conundrum
it is every believer’s liturgical nightmare to lose their elements while partaking in this sacred sacrament. Sadly, this is exactly what happened to me, this last Sunday, as my communion wafer slipped out of my hands and rolled across the auditorium
