Good morning... As I hazily recall my own walk down-and-up through the deep valley of depression, two words linger longest. Heavy and hollow. It is weird to feel heavy and hollow at the same time, like the shell of a 500 lb. chocolate Easter bunny who is empty inside. My depression was partially situational and mostly quite spiritual. God [...]
Good morning... At age 92, Betty Skinner is living Betty Skinner very, very well. Yet, as The Hidden Life Awakened by Dr. Cathy Snapp and Kitty Crenshaw creatively chronicles, for many years Betty stayed stifled beneath her smiling, southern role, silencing her special, sacred soul. With God hiding my updated edition somewhere in my home, I am coaxed to climb [...]
Good morning... Two weeks ago I ran out of gas. Completely embarrassed, I did not mention it to you before now. What almost-fifty-five-year-old runs out of gas? Then in the title of yesterday's post, God sparked the word "fueled" and I remembered my recent experience of literally running out of fuel. I had had one of those weeks. Drained [...]
Good morning... In important matters, God gets our attention. His "surround sound" method of speaking cracks me up. After yesterday's post, I Made A Mistake, my friend emailed me: "This should make you chuckle. Look what is in my inbox this morning!" ****** Subject: Inspiring Quote for February 23rd, 2018 "I hope that in this year to come, you [...]
Good morning... In my book, I put a question mark by a new-to-me word. Evanescent. Do you know what "evanescent" means? I love to treasure hunt truth, so I get to googlin'. "Evanescent" means soon passing out of sight, memory, or existence. Quietly fading. Quickly fleeting. Brief. Short-lived. Vanishing. "Every person's life is lined with memories, keepsakes, habits, and [...]
Good morning... In one week this fall, I learned the root meaning of two key words. One Thursday morning, I learned: "anxiety" means "to choke." I get that. When I get anxious, I tighten up. I spiral down inwardly, constricting myself. I cut off my own air supply with obsessively anxious thoughts. The next Tuesday afternoon, I learned: "conspire" means [...]
Good morning... 2.18.2018. As I write the date in my journal, I notice the pretty pattern of today's numbers. This exact date has never been before. This exact date will never come again. Two. Eighteen. Two thousand and eighteen. We all wake to lives in flux. One of a kind. Imperfectly unique. We all wake today to lives in [...]
Good morning... In my recent post Fill The Hole In My Soul, I shared words handwritten by my 25-year-old self in my first official journal back in 1988. Afterward a supportive subscriber wrote: "Wow. You are the same as when you were at 25. Older. Wiser. But really the same. If you had cut and pasted that message from your [...]
Good morning... Over thirty years ago when my husband and I walked up the wedding aisle as twenty-four year old newlyweds, we could not have known we would wake today seeking God's wisdom with a community of grievers. Before crafting this morning's blog message, I dig down deep to mine the hidden gems of God's living presence. As the [...]
Good morning... Somewhere at some point within this past week, I ran across this quote hanging on someone's wall: "Our deepest roots are not touched by the frost." Our deepest roots have been growing since God first brought us to mind, and disaster and depression and even death deepen us down to our sturdiest roots. Jesus whispers, "I have [...]
