I was leaving church one day and a woman stopped me. A woman who I had been in a community group with, a few years’ prior, and she spoke to me for the first time in two years. I had thought, perhaps, that maybe I’d done something to offend her because the few times that I’d seen her at church and tried to speak she seemed to look past me. Once I remember thinking Read more
at night, just before my littles lay their heads down to slumber, we pile into my bed. a big fluffy white comforter and soft sheets cover us as my littlest tucks herself close to my side and my oldest asks for her back rubbed. the iPad flips on and we listen to worship music. most nights they get drowsy listening. some nights they have questions. and nights like tonight we take turns praying for each other. which for them right now, isn’t wild and deep. except that i noticed one thing about their prayers: capacity. freedom. Read more
i was at an event, recently, while i overheard a father say about his 13 month old, “eat it now, you won’t want people seeing you like that when you’re 16.” he said that, to her, about her, in front of friends and family, while this big brown-eyed toddler shoveled in a delicious piece of cake. i internally shook my head. and an hour, or so, later i heard him say about her “you’re a hot mess, girl. phew,” as she tried her best to dance to the music. Read more
It seems like, these days, I rarely have the radio on in my car. I mostly tune in to some sort of streaming music through my phone, just to avoid commercials. But the other day, for some reason, I had the radio on as I drove to one of our local beaches. The commercials didn’t seem to bother me as I took in the smell of salt air and stared at all the palm trees dancing in the breeze. At some point, though, I started to hear the radio interfere with my thoughts. Read more
isn’t that title uncomfortable?
i want to tell you about uncomfortable.
uncomfortable is being a little girl, a pre-teen, a teenager, a woman, and feeling ugly. feeling fat. feeling unwanted.
now granted, those are likely just feelings. and while they may be totally inaccurate, they mean something to the person feeling them. and because i’m a mom to two beautiful, healthy, little girls, i want to talk to you about the power of your words. Read more
did you know that stress can so affect your cortisol levels that no matter how much you exercise, you’ll keep fat on your body? or did you know that your adrenal glands can get so tired, so pooped, so fatigued, so gosh darn worn out from stress, that your body can get sick? did you know that stress can make your hair fall out? stress can make you wake in the middle of the night. they’ll tell you it’s called insomnia, but it’s stress. or call it worry. or abuse.
whatever it is that’s wreaking havoc on your body, like that, it is NOT love.
and tonight, i watched as a daddy laid in to his daughter in the most terrible way. his words. they were so cruel. and intimidating. Read more
today i listened as one of my friends spoke a beautiful word about walking in faith, even if scared. at my church there is a gathering of women, on tuesdays, that we call Sisterhood. it’s women coming together and being pushed and encouraged and refined to step out and be all that the Lord says they are.
my daughters have this thing about Mary [right. THE Mary. Jesus’ earthly momma, Mary.]. they’re constantly talking about Mary. and they’re always putting on their head coverings. i can’t begin to tell you how many times they’ve raised their voices with joy and pointed excitedly, across the grocery store, as they see a muslim woman in a head covering:: LOOK MOMMA!! she’s wearing a head covering JUST like Mary!!! Read more
my heart behind Taste and See Wellness is to see women choosing to live well.
so very many of us marry, eat, exercise, choose friendships and jobs out of places in our hearts that are void. so we over eat, or marry poorly, or choose friendships that constantly take, or we under eat, or we stay in a job that barely pays and definitely doesn’t compliment our dreams. and we wonder why we feel void. Read more