This year God has broken and rebuilt me in so many ways that my perspectives have changed. I hope we never forget this Christmas.
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How It All Started It all started with LIFE! I never fancied myself as a writer. I was just going from one crazy life event to the next and trying to make it out alive. I’ve worked at my professional job for almost 20 years and I’ve had the same boss for about 15 of those years. He’s a good man and he cares for his employees. He has walked beside me through a lot of my life. The birth of my children, the sickness and death of my loved ones, the accident that left me scarred. You name it, …
Broken Plates
I have felt so broken that I just wanted to quit! Life just has a way of dismantling you. And I have wondered things like: am I good enough, am I a good mother and wife, did I do right by my parents before they passed? All of these pieces make me wonder if I will ever have worth. Well, I learned something one day at an arts and crafts festival of all places. What We Found at the Festival Last October, Kira and I went to the Zonta Arts and Crafts Festival. We had the best time looking at …
When God Sits At Your Kitchen Table
Here’s the Deal One Saturday afternoon, Wes and I sat the kitchen table. Talking about how tired we were, we both felt we could use a bit of hope. We felt a bit disheartened by the events of the week, and if I’m honest, the past several years. You see, God had put us in what feels like a holding pattern. He had us in a “Trust Me, even when you can’t see where I am taking you” place. If you have never been in a place like that, let me just tell you, it is uncomfortable, painful, frustrating, lonely, …
The Parable of the Cracked Pot
Years ago, I read a parable about a cracked clay pot. This story has encouraged me over the years. The story is about this lady who is carrying two pots down to the river to get water. One pot is perfect, and the other pot has a crack in it. The perfect pot always comes back completely full, while the cracked pot is only half full upon return. The perfect pot was proud and boastful. But the cracked pot felt ashamed of its imperfections and felt like a failure. One day, the cracked pot spoke to the lady and told …