Untether it!

[POD] #5: Untether it! “When something painful touches your body, you tend to pull away instinctively. You even do this with unpleasant smells and tastes. The fact is, your psyche does the same thing. If something disturbing touches it, its tendency is to withdraw, pull back and to protect itself. It does this with insecurity,... Continue Reading →

The Lies We Tell (Ourselves)

POD #4: The Lies We Tell (Ourselves) What are you telling yourself, about yourself, that’s just not true? What aren’t you giving yourself credit for? What do you think you want to be or do or have—physically, spiritually or even emotionally—that you in fact already are, already do, or already have? I tell myself a... Continue Reading →

Our Unlived Lives

POD #3: Our Unlived Lives Nothing has a stronger influence psychologically on their environment and especially on their children than the unlived life of the parent. —Carl Gustav Jung Do you have an unlived life within you? What is it? What does that look like? Do you feel like your unlived life influences your children?... Continue Reading →

Resistance is futile. And sometimes fatal.

[POD] #2: Resistance is futile. And sometimes fatal. Prompt: When was the last time you tried to do something that triggered Resistance? What did that look like? How does it feel to acknowledge this? To feel Resistance captured in words? Resistance, at times I face it weekly.  I am not sure why.  Most people who... Continue Reading →

The Struggle Is Real. Maybe. Wait a minute. . .

[POD] #1: The Struggle Is Real. Maybe. Wait a minute. . . Is the struggle actually real? Is that saying really true? Write about how you know it is or is not, using an example of a struggle you’ve experienced in your own life. It is easy to think that the struggle is not so real... Continue Reading →

Be

Understand that I am a type A personality.  I like to complete things, and like to help out and be useful in all places.  I have learned how to relax over the past few years, but I learned that I am uncomfortable just "being."    Other than my parents and my husband's grandparents I haven't... Continue Reading →

Dislocated

When my youngest daughter was under two, we had a baby gate from the living room to the master bedroom where the laundry and an exterior door were.  One day in a hurry to get something done, I fell over the gate.  The force with which I fell, and how I caught myself left my... Continue Reading →

Love’s like a hurricane

There is a song made popular by the David Crowder Band, written by John Mark McMillan called "Oh How He Loves Us." that is sung in many churches across America.  Today as we were singing the words "Loves like a hurricane," I couldn't help but think about the destruction that was recently caused in Texas... Continue Reading →

Dry Bones

Then he asked me, “Son of man, can these bones become living people again?” “O Sovereign Lord ,” I replied, “you alone know the answer to that.” Then he said to me, “Speak a prophetic message to these bones and say, ‘Dry bones, listen to the word of the Lord ! So I spoke this... Continue Reading →

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