Today I don’t have it all together. I didn’t yesterday and I won’t tomorrow. Who says we have to have it all together? No really, who started that unrealistic expectation that clouds our mind and our potential on a daily basis? It’s a lie. A deceitful seed that was planted at some point years ago within ourselves that quite frankly, I’m over. There’s a beautiful balance between drive to be our best and contentment with where we are in life. And just like life, there is no end destination to this perfect state of balance, rather an ebb and flow of successful days, grace-filled days, and bare-minimum days; and in my opinion all are enough and so are we. Continue reading “I Don’t Have It All Together and Neither Should You”
We say Happy Memorial Day without a real thought into the meaning of the holiday weekend…or maybe that’s just me. Even being a military wife for 6 years, from time to time I say the words without the realization of it’s true meaning and if it is, in fact, a ‘happy’ Memorial Day to all. Today on LtL I’m reflecting on what Memorial Day means and remembering those who served.
Fear is a funny thing. And by funny I clearly mean it’s terrifying. Not a profound statement, I’m aware, but how do we fight a case of the fears that creep into our minds? History would tell me that I’ve battled this crippling thought process for years: am I good enough, what if I fail, what if I do all this for nothing? But faith and the truth in God’s vision would tell a different story. When fear threatens our prosperity, what is that doing to our potential selves? Continue reading “When Fear Threatens Our Prosperity”
Welp. Y’all. It happened. It appears as though when I opened up about my infertility struggles in my last post, I also opened up Pandoras box – also known as a small window into my heart. I honestly didn’t realize that I had been trying so hard to keep it shut for all this time that even opening it a few inches pushed forth the flood gates that were quietly stirring, waiting for their chance to be set free. After all, even the sad, angry, and fearful feelings need their time to air out too, (apparently). But sometimes it just feels good, and maybe a tad easier, to put a bandaid over them and walk away until a new bandaid is needed. Sometimes it plain sucks to feel all those feelings I’ve pushed inside that window and covered with happy bandaids to deal with at another point in time. You know the ol’ “I’ll deal with that when I’m ready” adage? Continue reading “Crying my way to God”
I’ve been sitting on this post for quite some time now, for no particular reason other than it just didn’t feel like the right time. And to be completely honest, I’m still not motivated by ‘my timing’, but something bigger than myself at this point. Maybe it’s the timing of it being National Infertility Awareness week, or maybe it’s the peace I feel when I intently stare at my son and thank God for the opportunity to be raise him with Geoff. Or maybe it’s a combination of those mixed with a number of different reasons that I still don’t feel I have the true capability of articulating at the moment. Continue reading “The Blessing of a No”