People are quick to create a story with partial information but slow to change the narrative once the details are revealed.
If we leave room for our narrative to have holes, we make space for relationship restoration. Rupture and repair can happen when we reach for understanding–not just for getting our point across to the other person–and give others the benefit of the doubt.
I accidentally made friends on a recent flight. Ordinarily, I am the girl who keeps her face buried in a book or watches a movie during a flight. Never do I ever hope to have a chatty row mate. I am not that person. It’s not that I am rude or unkind in any way,…… Continue reading Accidentally Making Friends on a Flight
I asked Krista to pen today’s letter. She came into my life, by way of a book launch team, as a 3D friend. You know, the one who laughed and didn’t know a stranger. The one who shared her story openly and stood in the wide open spaces of relationships. She is passionate about…… Continue reading Dear Single Gal
Proper table settings make me nervous. While I distinctly remember the lesson in Brownies, I also remember panic moving in simultaneously. Did the spoon and knife go together? Where did the napkin belong? What if I didn’t get the place setting right? I promise I’m not exaggerating. Setting the table sends me googling and worrying…… Continue reading Moment of Truth Monday
Relationships are both work and reward. Without the work {which often consists of an unmatched level of vulnerability and humility}, the reward of growing deeper in love and compassion is often missed. I have experienced a lot of “fringe-ships” over the years. I’m generally close enough to know just enough to feel like I’m known,…… Continue reading Moment of Truth Monday
Last year, during a passing conversation, a wise friend asked me if I noticed any reoccurring feedback for my teaching or writing. Until she asked the question, I hadn’t been attentive enough to notice a repeating theme. Suffice it to say, I resolved to listen with new intention. As I listened, a common response DID…… Continue reading Moment of Truth Monday
In the early 90’s, there was a bumper sticker popular among concert crowds. It contained three words with one direct message. Mean people suck. At first glance, I kind of liked it. I could get behind an anti-mean movement. When I gave the statement a little more thought, I wrestled with the contradiction. Saying mean…… Continue reading Moment of Truth Monday
It’s no secret that I LOVE bacon. If I make six slices of bacon, I want all six slices. When we are out of bacon, I feel anxious. I’m sort of exaggerating, but not really. As I type these words, I have four packages of bacon in my refrigerator. Please don’t try to fool me…… Continue reading Moment of Truth Monday
I’m not a terribly nostalgic person. I appreciate memories of past events, places, and experiences, but I don’t typically yearn for the former. There’s a distinct difference between looking back, and longing to go back. Rarely do I long to go back. We had snow in South Texas in twenty seventeen. Real snow is a…… Continue reading Moment of Truth Monday
I used to dream of being a singer. It started in the early days of my dad’s song leading at church. He would go practice and my sisters and I would assume the stage with our microphone stands. We were good {at least we thought we were good} without microphones or an audience. I’m not…… Continue reading Moment of Truth Monday
Alyssa DeLosSantos 