reminder for the hard days

A reminder for the days you feel like you aren’t worth anything. For the days you feel like you are drowning in your own mistakes. For the days you wonder if you’ll make it through. If you are even worth the air you breathe. You are more, beloved girl. Let the words of this song […]

stop trying {to be the good girl}

We are taught to be good from childhood. So we strive to always be obedient.  Always do the ‘right’ thing. Always be nice.  Always be kind.  Be patient.  Be loyal.  Be honest… And we try.  We try to hold it all together.  We smile and grit our teeth when we get upset.  We keep it […]

crushing? what to {really} do

We’ve all been there. There’s a boy standing there.  He’s awfully cute.  You observe.  And you think that’s the end of it.  But no, your heart has another plan in mind. You start thinking about him random points of the day. What?  Why do I care? Then you start thinking about him more and more.  Soon, […]

value

With bitter frustration I fell under the push up. I had tried, I failed epically. Knuckle push ups had always been hard, worse when you woke up at five in the morning and dragged yourself to work out at Karate by six. I felt so weak, so pathetic, so ridiculous, a sweaty mess, face first on […]

when you’re tired of being the good girl

What do you do when you are tired of being the good girl? This pressure is always rising around us, and it can become suffocating when you feel like you are barely fitting in.  I tend to fit in pretty well when I am in a crowd of adults. They all praise me for what […]

you’re hopelessly small {it’s true}

I was about 13 years old when I gave myself completely over to Jesus; giving Him my life, giving Him my heart, my dreams, my everything.  What I hadn’t fully comprehended was that those things weren’t really ever mine in the first place…wait, I’m getting ahead of myself. Everybody gets to a crossroads in life.  Whatever decisions this crossroads may present, it can be […]

i don’t keep a diary

Earlier today in the car as I was driving to a meeting I was rocking and singing to an old album–BarlowGirl’s Another Journal Entry–a piece quite instrumental in my spiritual walk when I was about 12 years old.  (The poor people in the cars around me…probably thought I was crazy.) Songs like I Need You to Love […]

grace for me, too

I sit, counting gifts, in the quiet.  Steaming cup of morning coffee by my side, the dawn’s sunbeams beginning to peek in the back windows. #96.  warm coffee on a brisk morning #97. pretty pink pen #98. dog sleeping peacefully #99. dear friends …and I stop.  I’m at 100 already?  I mean, I’ll admit, I […]