Faith based living
Insights and anecdotes about living by faith in our role as women, wives, and mothers.
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The Red, White & Blue
Red, white & blue are the colors of the day. Flags will wave more today on American soil than any other day of the year. And every country music station will be streaming “I’m proud to be an American.” And I am. More so as a military wife because I live the sacrifices we honor on days such as these: Memorial Day, Veterans Day, Flag Day. In fact, my husband won’t see us today. He kissed me a sleepy goodbye at 5 a.m. and will be home tomorrow. We have our share of missed holidays due to his service to our nation. We miss weekends, we miss birthdays, Valentine’s Days…
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Contemplating my 20s – What I would do differently?
My 20s? What would I do differently? Everything! and nothing. . . A younger friend is reading a book (20-Something, 20-Everything) and asked me about my 20s. So first – the EVERYTHING I would do differently in my 20s Being single in my 20s felt like a disaster, I was “supposed” to be married and having babies so I could be the energetic, young mother of my dreams. I chased that ideal at the expense of everything else. Nothing has ruined my life more than trying to match it to the idealized version in my head. I wish I spent more time just living than worrying about plans. Focusing on…
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Do you know how to have an Abiding Love?
Can I just have a minute to speak into your soul today? I want to talk to you about the kind of love I hope you have today, the kind of love I hope you have everyday, an abiding love. Abiding love is safe, enduring, permanent, sacrificial love. Our worship pastor once read to us from John 15, verses about abiding love, the love of the Father that Christ demonstrated for us through his life of purity and sacrifice. And I just wanted to sit down in the middle of those verses and ABIDE. Like curve into an cozy chair by the fire, swathed in a rich blanket. Abide means…
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What Rape Did to My Life
Rape left a jagged wound on my life, but through the media bombardment since the horrifyingly lenient sentence for Brock Turner, God has been reminding me how He has used my darkest story to minister to brutally wounded girls. Even though I’m reliving bits and pieces of my own story, I can’t look away. Its like I’m standing in solidarity with her by acknowledging the truth of her story; she was not exaggerating, not being dramatic, not lying. So, I’ve quietly read the articles and the letters: first, from his victim, trying not to let her eloquent words reach too deeply so I don’t break down three feet from where…
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Dear Friend, My testimony – giving up changed everything.
Dear Friend, this is my testimony about how I took a failing marriage, bitter heart, broken body and gave up . . . . . . but giving up changed my life. And I really want you to give up, too. I’ve been trying to find the perfect words to share my testimony, but honestly, I’m scared I’ll say the wrong thing and push you away from hearing more about Christ. I wish we could sit together, curled around cups of coffee, lean into each other and talk, but I don’t want to wait any longer. None of us have a tomorrow guarantee. I don’t want another person I love…
