I forget the blessing because the pain hurts so much. I am at the same time grateful but also angry. Life is never black and white, cut and dry, one or the other.
What do you do when your worst fear is realized? How do you cope when your nightmare follows you into your waking?
I told Dan the other day, “2017 was a rough year for me.” And I meant it.
Sometimes God feels really far away. Like on those days when it feels like the world is falling apart and everything is a mess and oh it’s also a Sunday so you’re “supposed” to drag your butt to church but that is literally the last thing you want to do. Yeah, I get it.
This little book contains a big piece of my heart and just in case you’re not sure who should read it, I’ve compiled a short(ish) list of people I wrote it for…
I first put myself on a diet when I was about 11 years old. After that and for over 10 years I have tried every “diet” out there.
I think my biggest mistake in my spirituality has been to think my holiness is up to me. This fault especially comes out around big liturgical times like Advent when I think the readiness of my heart depends on how many “things” I do, and how many devotions I can check off the list (and post on instagram), and having the right candles and journals and prayers.