There can not be a talk about endings without talking about grief. Grief is the way we move through the endings. Grief is the way we process what it is like to experience something for the last time. Grief is being held up to the wall of acceptance that we can not change things that we so badly wish we could change. When talking about endings, transitions, and grief, I find it helpful to name that what we possibly struggle with most is the emptiness felt where there was once a filling, whether gradually or abruptly.
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Already, But Not Yet
A truth that I have carried with me for years now is that of all the roles in my life, the most important one I have is to prepare my children to meet Jesus. That requires of me a necessary dying to self, a continual pursuit of compassion, and to love relentlessly like He has loved and still loves us today.
Declarations and Proclamations
There are many beliefs that lay beneath the surface of our being that keep us from seeing our reflection in the mirror correctly. Oftentimes these beliefs are tied to strongholds within us… lies presented to us even at a young age that we came into agreement with then continuously choose to put on as our covering, our identity, our reflection, and inevitably our worth.
Thoughts on Identity
When we emerge earthside, into this world, each one of us begins an ongoing conversation. The conversation of all things. We are set apart. We are different from all other living creation. From the earliest age we see it, we feel it...as though it was simply written...
Morning Shadows
There are times where I look around the house, out over a cascade of life fully lived, and my eyes will land on the one place on the wall where shadows pour in and dance on the wall. Every time I think to myself, “It won’t always be like this.” And with that...
A Sacred Journey- Intentional Motherhood
We bring so much with us into motherhood, and if you are raising children with a spouse, then that is double as much to work through. These are the parts of motherhood that I never felt was spoken about enough. I knew it was going to be hard, but no one said in what way. No one said that the beauty of motherhood would be what transforms me into the woman I have always envisioned for myself, either. It is all part of the sacred, evolutionary journey marked with an abundance of grace.