Time For a New Name!

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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 hisgraceisenough5@gmail.com with your beautiful words. Thanks in advance!

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Bare Bones Creativity

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Today I come to you with an unusual style and a not-so-graceful technique. Let’s call it a bare-bones moment of complete honesty. The stuff I normally write about- parenting lessons, hope after loss, motivational messages for women– are all important topics to me. Actually, they are what make me “me.” Every single word is penned out of a personal experience that I feel will benefit someone else from reading it. So I write it and allow you into a small corner of my world to see life through my eyes for 500 – 800 words.

But I’m not writing about those important things right now. I’m writing about writing and how this artistic extension of myself has created something new in me just as much as I have created something new with it. Think about that for a second. While I’m creating, I’m being re-created. I get to recycle my stories, some good and some bad, by sharing them with you. All the while, I’m being made new as I allow my heart to pour out onto the page.

Creation is a wonderful mystery!

In honor of this revelation, I’ve decided to throw out the idea that I must have a mainstream topic in order to have an audience and just write for the sake of writing. Call it an act of defiance or a rebellion against pop culture.I don’t care. I’m not here for popularity. I’m here to create. For me and for you.

I’m learning that this process only works if vulnerability is expressed.  Even though many of you have gone through similar things as I have, our stories are still different. I’m different. Which makes it extremely difficult to share my perspective sometimes. Because similar isn’t the same. And different isn’t always welcomed with open arms.

But it’s important to speak the truth. And my truth starts with broken and ends with beautiful. Every day I’m changing, transforming, becoming something different than I was the day before. All you have to do is look back at one of my old posts and compare it to one from the present to see that process unfold.

My brokenness stems from my inability to open up to you for so long. Too long. I didn’t start writing until I had no other choice. I had held my stories hostage inside my heart like the clouds hold back the heavy rain. And then the blessed time came for me to choose: write them down or be a victim of drowning in the flood that was welling up inside of me. I chose to open up the floodgates and share my stories with you.

And an unmistakable change has taken place. Beauty has come out of my letting go of what I thought I desperately needed to hold on to. The words flowed out of me so effortlessly as the dam of seclusion that I had built around my heart broke.

I’m no longer afraid to be real with you, no matter what that looks like. My opinions on things don’t depend on whether or not you like what I have to say. And that’s plain huge.

Galatians 1:10 – “You can see that I am not trying to please you by sweet talk and flattery; no, I am trying to please God. If I were still trying to please men I could not be Christ’s servant.”

I write what God tells me to write. And that may not sit well with you. But, at the end of the day, when I’ve written raw and real about my life, I can sleep soundly knowing I have created something beautiful. There may be cracks in my story that separate you and me but there is always, without a doubt, the same storyline every time: My ugly, imperfect mess becomes His stunning, perfect message.

And for that, I will be forever grateful.

 

Photo Credit: Clay Banks

 

Sing Sweet Nightingale

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I just finished my April book as I continue on with my reading goals for 2016! In case you haven’t seen my list of books for the year, “The Nightingale” by Kristin Hannah was April’s read. And what an all-consuming book it was! I seriously couldn’t put it down.

For those of you that know me well, you know that I am an avid reader of just about anything. But I haven’t read a historical novel in, like, ten years. So this mighty book was an undertaking for me. I love history, especially french history, and that is exactly what this book is about. I also love any book that highlights women as the heroine or protagonist. This remarkable book does that as well.

It follows Viann and her younger sister, Isabelle, through their individual stories of love and loss during World War II. Both of the women are tough but in starkly different ways. One is a tenderhearted mother and the other is an impulsive young adult. They navigate their struggles with dignity and grace while trying to include each other in their frayed lives. I felt such a pull on my heartstrings as I read what these women had to endure in order to keep their heads above water during this horrific time in history. This book will give you a life-altering perspective on what it really means to be in need (not just physically but emotionally and mentally as well).

To say that I was enormously affected by “The Nightingale” is an understatement. I highly recommend this book to anyone who needs a reality check on just how blessed they are. I also recommend this book to any woman who feels strongly, like I do, that our feminine voices need to be heard. Kristin Hannah does such an amazing job at portraying the softness of a woman’s feelings right alongside the hardness of her role as survivor in a cruel world. We can all learn a few things from this book! Go get yourself a copy today!