I’ll go out on a limb and say, that very single one of us, at one time or another, will struggle with feelings of inferiority, insecurity, and inadequacy. And the primary underlying falsehood that feeds the sense of worthlessness is I’m not __________ enough. You can fill that blank in with any number of qualities.
I’m not strong enough. Read more…
Have you ever watched a performer on a flying trapeze under the massive circus tent? A short horizontal bar suspended by ropes or metal straps dangles high above the crowd. The aerialist grabs the trapeze bar, jumps off of a high platform, and swings through the air.
She swings out once, swings back in above the platform, and swings out again. Read more…
I’m getting ready to get on a plane and head to Kentucky to speak at a women’s event. And a memory slid it’s way into my mind. Remember who you are and whose you are. You are not doing this on your own.
See, it was my first large speaking engagement about eighteen years ago. Read more…
For over a decade we were joined at the hip. Not a day went by when we didn’t talk on the phone…at least once.
But sometimes friendships come unhinged.
People change. Perspectives change. Purposes change. Passions change.
While nothing went terribly wrong, and no hurtful words were exchanged, the void was vast beyond bridging. Read more…
I sat with my first cup of coffee on Saturday morning, reading the Living Section of the newspaper.
Steve, a non-coffee-drinker, read the editorial page.
He stopped to read an article out loud. It is a common practice between us. Even though we know the other will read it eventually, when something stirs us, Read more…
I so was moved by all your responses to my blog post, When You Have the “Why Bother” Blues. I hope you will go back and read through all the responses from women just like you. What you’ll find is that you are not alone! We all struggle.
But here’s some good news. Read more…
I messed up… again.
I didn’t even want to get back up.
I didn’t feel like I could.
But then I remembered a poem I had tucked in a book almost thirty years ago. I pulled it out. Read it. And got back up…again.
The Race
By D. H. Groberg
A children’s race–young boys, Read more…
I was sitting in a darkened theater watching the movie Bagger Vance. Now I know the theology wasn’t correct, but one scene caused tears to stream down my cheeks. It was during a time when I was struggling with what God was calling me to do with my life.
Here’s how the story goes:
As a young man, Read more…
Grab a cup of coffee.
Pull up a chair.
And listen to my interview with Lisa Buffalo on Living Joyfully Free radio.
Oh, and you might want to grab a few Kleenex.
Just click on the picture to listen.
I’d love for you to come back and share your comments. Read more…
“…when I am weak, then I am strong,” (2 Corinthians 12:10 NIV).
My hands were clammy. Beads of sweat formed on my brow. A familiar knot in the pit of my stomach threatened to push me toward the restroom, and my dry tongue began cleave to the roof of my mouth. It was 10:25 a.m. Read more…