Selected to be a part of Tribe magazine’s short story compilation on The Power in Motherhood, I wanted to show my youngest daughter’s strength and tenacity through a simple metaphor. I used a flower in all its innocent beauty to highlight the raw delicacy and grace of my little firecracker. Come on over to Tribe Magazine and check it out! I am among 12 amazing writers who also talk about motherhood in their very own unique and thoughtful ways.
Hey friends! I woke up bright and early on this rainy Saturday morning because my sleepy mind was overtaken by a powerful word: RENAME.
It occurred to me after much deliberation between my tired limbs and my overactive imagination that I should get up and ponder this direction. After sitting here at my computer for about an hour questioning what this means, I felt God tell me that my blog for the past year and a half (My Wandering Heart Song) needs a more inclusive element to it.
I love the things that have poured out of me through the use of this creative space and I will always have those writings available to read. However, I feel like I am moving into more of a communal space and out of the self-exploration arena. I am still learning about myself and will never stop this adventure called introspection but I want my blog to be more about we and less about me.
So, this blog has now been renamed to Grace For the Wasted Space. I’ve added some new images and an updated description as well. It’s more of a community really. And guess what? I want to include you in my new and improved site! The focus from now on is going to be on storytelling. Women telling their stories of unlikely hope amidst pain, testimonies of rock solid faith overpowering fear, and tales of dreams fulfilled because of saying yes after years of saying no. Grace Stories I like to call them.
Do you want to help me get the ball rolling as we enter this new territory? I need your Grace Stories. We all have one, ya know? A time when our lives were halted by a Force greater than ourselves and realigned to the purpose planted deep inside our hearts.
If you’d like to be a part of the renaming process this blog is undergoing, then shoot me an email with your Grace Story. It doesn’t have to be perfect but I’d like it to be heartfelt and vulnerable as I’ve learned that these are the most impactful types of stories. The point, my dear friends, is to awaken the Grace Story that may be sleeping inside of someone else and cause them to pay attention to it. In their awakening, they just might look to the Giver of grace for a reminder of how he has woven their story of sadness into one of joy for the sake of another desperate soul.
Let’s start a chain reaction of grace, shall we? Email me at firstname.lastname@example.org with your beautiful words. Thanks in advance!
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I’m guest posting over at Only a Season today! Gloryanna and I hit it off almost immediately. She has a heart for the things of God and a wonderful way with words to deliver that beautiful message. When she asked me to guest post, I was humbled and honored because I highly esteem her blog. I had a hard time picking a subject to write on because there are a ton of topics looming in my head these days. However, a conversation with my best friend kept coming back to my thoughts and it therefore became the catalyst for my piece.
Want a snippet? Here ya go!
My BFF’s heartfelt words spoke to my spirit and caused an awakening of sorts to take place within. Am I showing up for my own life or am I just going through the motions? Am I allowing pain mixed with wine and trips down memory lane to trump the here and now with my beautiful family? After all, they are my future. So, in essence, avoiding the responsibilities of today is stealing from my tomorrows. OUCH.
Come on over to Only a Season and check out the full post! Thanks!
Romans 8:29 says, “For God knew His people in advance, and He chose them to become like His Son, so that His Son would be the firstborn among many brothers and sisters.”
Take a minute and really read the verse above. Let it sink in for a second.
This is such a simple yet profound concept. It struck me right in the heart as I was reading my Bible plan today. You see, I am the oldest of three sisters. I have felt the sting of losing a sibling way too early in life. And my baby sister just had her first child yet I couldn’t be there. We live many states apart and the distance makes it difficult to be actively involved in each other’s lives. Both the loss and the separation are extremely hard for me to deal with some days.
Can you imagine how hard these things are for our big brother, Jesus? He has to deal with loss and separation ALL THE TIME.
Those that turn away from Him because of the harshness of this world.
Those that reject the free gift of family He offers and choose to do life on their own.
Loss. Separation. My whole perception of family changes when I think of it like that.
I have always cheered my sisters on. I have always tried to lead them down good paths. That’s what big sisters do. Don’t we all want someone rooting for us? Don’t we all need an example to follow?
But I have failed many times in my efforts to love them well. I have fought with them over hair dryers and clothes. I have chosen my own comfort over their well being. I have made bad choices that they saw and sometimes chose as well. I am, at most, a flawed big sister who has always wanted the best for my siblings but didn’t always get it right.
The amazing thing is: Jesus doesn’t mess up. He is the best big brother a kid could have. He fights for us not against us. He sacrificed physically, mentally, and spiritually so that we could live a life of freedom. He only chooses what’s in our best interest. He never leads us down a trail of mistakes or mishaps.
He is all we could ever want in a big brother. And more.
For those of you who have felt loss and separation in your families- Jesus truly understands. He hurts with you.
For those of you who have never had an older sibling to watch out for you and lead you well- He can be that for you. Jesus is the most overprotective brother you could have.
For those of you who are the oldest in your tribe and have had to carry extra responsibility- Jesus wants to take that burden off your shoulders and carry it for you. He has super strength!
He’s holding up a big foam finger right now and screaming, “You’re number 1! You’re number 1!” Can you see Him?
Ask Him to make the heartwarming truth of His brotherly love real to you today.
It’s Monday. Give yourself some extra grace today, friends.
Sip your coffee just a little bit longer. Linger in the shower for an additional minute or two. Drive the long way to work so you can hear that song on the radio all the way ’til the end.
Don’t rush. Don’t break out in a sweat over a few extra moments of self care. These things are necessary in the long run.
Life is not an emergency. It’s meant to be savored and enjoyed. Every second counts.
So be good to yourself. Others will take notice of your appreciation of the good things in life.
And, maybe, they will go a little bit easier on themselves too. Grace is contagious that way, after all.
This past Saturday I ran the Go Girl Half Marathon.
It was the second race that I finished all by myself. And it felt good.
I signed up for it before my life took a tailspin out of control .
And then I didn’t want to do it because I was having a hard time getting up.
My training was hit or miss because of emotional stress.
My consistency was lacking because of my heartache.
But I showed up. (At 5:30am nonetheless.)
In the cold and windy darkness of the early morning.
I pushed past the pain of sore knees and tired soles.
Because I decided that I couldn’t do it for myself.
Not anymore. At first it was a personal achievement. A goal of pride.
But when my life got hard, it became a lesson in grace.
I was doing it for HIM. Because my focus was on what He did for me.
The very next day was EASTER Sunday.
The day we focus on the fact that Jesus showed up when He could’ve stayed away.
What if He had not run His race? What if He had left us hopeless and void of light?
What if Jesus never got up out of the ground?
Thank God that I don’t have to imagine such a thought.
Thank God I have His overcoming example to follow.
Thank God He enabled me to get up. To finish my race.
The wind whistles as I wake
to the light of the morning sun.
The rays shine through my window
And I reflect on who I’ve become.
In all my years of womanhood
I’ve never felt so scared
I don’t know quite what to do
with my current state of affairs.
To say I’m lost for words
is to speak the pregnant truth.
I couldn’t have seen this coming
even if I had read it in the news.
My body argues the facts
whether I want to believe them or not.
I guess I’ll have to get used to this.
I guess I’m officially caught.
The birds chirp away a song
that soothes my tired soul.
And I lay there beneath the covers
trying hard to forget it all.
I sigh and get up out of bed.
My head is foggy from little rest.
The darkness of my past mistakes
is trying to swallow me up yet.
Another day is beckoning
But I can’t seem to let anyone in.
What if they knew my secret shame?
What if they can’t see past my condition?
My hands start to shake
as I reach for the phone.
If I don’t dial it now
then I’ll be doing this alone.
A kind voice gently answers
with a simple “Hello?”
And my words fumble out
In a mesh of unintelligible groans.
“I’ll be right over” she says
as the phone drops to the floor.
And I lay there crying until
I hear a knock on the door.
“Come in” I feebly call
from my crumpled position.
She sees me in my weakness
and hugs me in contrition.
There’s no more hiding for me
as she sees my size.
I can’t ignore her glances down,
her questioning eyes.
Before I can utter a defense
for the situation I’m in,
she calmly smiles and says to me,
“I’m so glad that you’re my friend.”
We sit there in that moment
letting the silence speak the truth
and for the first time in my little life
I was surprised at what I knew:
The days behind me offer a glimpse
Into a life of wandering
But the days I’ve yet to see
Offer me the chance to be set free.
I may have made a mistake
I may have gone the wrong way
but the pure love of another
Has awakened me to change.
If fear and condemnation
could make me lay it down
I would’ve left my sin long ago
I wouldn’t have been the talk of the town.
But here in this place
where honesty and grace collide
I can see that I’ve been given a gift
I can love the new life growing deep inside.
Flashes of red flutter by me as I stare at the rain
The little bird isn’t even distracted by the wet air
He keeps on flying
He keeps on chirping
Giving me hope with each swoop and swirl of crimson wings