Intimacy frightens me. Being brave–being vulnerable–sharing weakness—no.way. Exposure is scary. Trust is required and I have not been super adept in that department. Beth Moore, in her study Living Free, refers to the “be strong, be independent” philosophy that was authored by satan. The one that sounds like, “no, I’m fine…I can manage this on my own.” Self…… Continue reading Tiptoeing Toward Vulnerability
Don’t ask my friends, they will exaggerate. They will tell you it’s 2-3 times per day, but they are wrong! I confess–I do obsess about my floors, and in turn sweep them often. In my defense, dark hardwood floors show EVERYTHING! A few times a week I cave in and clean them. I do. No…… Continue reading A Flooring Confession
Her name was “Pistol”, and it was fitting. She lived on a farm with acres to explore, and countless animals to annoy-she earned her name. We fell in love at first sight and she became ours! Riding home, we all threw out names we thought might fit. Because she was an older do, we knew she needed a…… Continue reading A Lesson From Loss
The question was light-yet poignant. Our speaker, a dear mentor and friend, asked this question as she held up an adorable pair of cow house shoes. She went on to explain that the night before she put them on for the first time. One slipper felt great…but the other, huh. She couldn’t comfortably get her…… Continue reading What’s Stuck In Your Shoe?
rubble: waste or rough fragments of stone, brick, concrete, etc., esp. as the debris from the demolition of buildings. Broken bits and pieces of anything, as that which is demolished. Whether from a natural disaster or an accident, it makes no difference. Owners return to the site of the disaster and search for anything of…… Continue reading Sifting Through the Rubble
For my daughter because through her pain~I was forced to deal with my own. You cry on Sunday nights while lying in your bed. Sleep invites, but heartache overwhelms you. “Mommy, I need you,” you call from your room. Heavy hearted, I respond to your plea. I come in and sit down on the edge…… Continue reading The Presence of Absence
Over the course of a few years, I’ve been blessed to encounter an assortment of women. There is nothing more delightful than meeting and hearing the story of a fellow sojourner. Three left a lasting impression-thus significantly impacting my journey.Woman number one: A nameless woman resting in a wheelchair at church. Brain cancer had robbed…… Continue reading Even if it is Risky
Alyssa DeLosSantos 