I've heard that tattoos are addictive. Maybe that's true, because I got a second one. (Mom, I haven't lost sight of sky-diving one day, fyi). A couple of years ago, I was pretty adamant that I would never get one. Honestly, needles have always freaked me out a little and I am a huge baby about… Continue reading I got a tattoo… again.
This is not the post I planned on writing. I normally take some time to really think about what I'm going to write, how to best convey my story, and pray about how God can use my words. Tonight, I'm just writing. I'm having a rough night. You know, if I can speak candidly, there… Continue reading Crossroads
I Am They released a song a little while back called, “Scars.” The chorus says: “So I'm thankful for the scars / 'Cause without them I wouldn't know Your heart / And I know they'll always tell of who You are / So forever I am thankful for the scars.” I have mixed feelings when… Continue reading All the Scars
Have you ever seen those counters that employers have in their offices or warehouses that say when the last incident was? They read something like, “Accident free for ____ days.” or “Days since last incident -- ____.” Sometimes, I think I need one of those for my emotions.It’s been __________ day, ________ hours, and ______… Continue reading Resetting My Counter
Literary Analysis 101: Know the story's protagonist. Find the protagonist's goal. Discern who/what is standing in the way of the goal, and how/why they are preventing the protagonist's success. Everything else follows those details.(I can see your eyes glazing over. Stick with me; I'm going somewhere with this.) Sometimes, the protagonist is painfully clear. Jane Eyre… Continue reading Know the Protagonist
Have you ever seen the episode of Parks and Recreation where Leslie is talking about her last day on city council? She's been recalled from her dream job, and she's trying to talk about it on camera? (You know, the 5 stages of grief rant). Well, the first time I said the "d" word out loud,… Continue reading Learning to Say the “D” Word
I'm at a playground with one of my friends and her kids, watching all the happy children running around me and praying - "Lord, one day I wouldn't mind this..." Then I notice the little mini ropes course. You know, the type that is basically monkey bars but with ropes to swing from instead of… Continue reading Just Let Go