one girl's journey to let go of the rulebook and embrace her already abundant life

Tobacco & Cotton (Brave Every Day)...

  The tobacco stalks are stripped bare. The yellowed leaves removed. From the bottom up. Until the once full plants stand exposed. Only feet away cotton balls peek through their drying husks. The harvest yet to come. I feel the full weight of both. Both stripped down. And budding new. Both waiting for the turning under. And the anticipation of more becoming. I guess there is no other way. This peeling back piece by piece only to leave a new layer vulnerable to the elements. Tonight the frost will come. And tomorrow the sun. Numb. And thaw. Expose. And bloom. It’s painful. And beautiful. _______________________________ In response to the 31 Day blogging challenge, I will be publishing EVERY DAY in October — reporting on ways I reach out to bravery in my everyday life. (See all posts to date HERE.) To be alerted to new posts, please follow me on Facebook or Twitterusing the links on the right side of this page. Or Subscribe to get posts sent to your Email....

Holding Space & Accepting Help (Brave Every Day)...

  Months ago I knew I needed to. Weeks ago I said I would. Yesterday I made the call. Today it was confirmed. “I’m holding space for you, Beth,” the therapist said. “Starting right now, you’re sharing the load.” And she was right. I instantly felt it lighten. Admitting a need for help — and then actually asking for it — Good, gosh, that’s hard. You might think I’d know better. My Dad is a professional counselor, after all. And I saw real benefit from time talking with a psychologist during my infertility struggle many years ago. And still… So to get such a confirmation, in a conversation of less than 5 minutes, that my heart was being heard. And held. Well, it started pulling together the brokenness. Helping me to gather the fragments into a manageable pile. A place to start from. Holding space. The promise of a soft place to land. An advance reservation to be accepted without pretense. A seat at the table with the other Ragamuffins feasting on grace. “I go to prepare a place,” He says. Heaven, yes. But here, too. In Him. In nature. In silence. In each other. To float. To dwell. Amen _______________________________ In response to the 31 Day blogging challenge,...

In Need of Grace (Brave Every Day)

  In lieu of a full post. Because grace is enough. It’s always enough ________________________ In response to the 31 Day blogging challenge, I will be publishing EVERY DAY in October — reporting on ways I reach out to bravery in my everyday life. (See all posts to date HERE.) To be alerted to new posts, please follow me on Facebook or Twitterusing the links on the right side of this page. Or Subscribe to get posts sent to your Email....

A Spark in the Soggy Places (Brave Every Day)...

This is the word brought to my heart this morning. My wet and soggy spirit aching to find just a little bit of fire again. Of how God came. How He always comes. It may have been written originally during the spirit of advent – the waiting for Christmas. But aren’t we always in a season of expectancy? Of hope to see Jesus come anew? I am hungry for that today. And grateful to read these words again as a reminder of God’s faithfulness. Even when our spirits are soaked and it’s been a long time since we felt any flame in our veins. (originally posted December 2013 at trading good for grace) I have been chewing on these words for days. Feasting on their richness. Because we all know the feeling of cold water splashed on our souls. Even at Christmas. Sometimes, it’s from the inevitable storms of life. Sometimes, our spirits are soaked in tears. Or sweat. Sometimes the rain is our own doing. Often, it is not. But the One who formed the laws of nature is not restrained by them. And, in my experience, He does His best work when odds look the longest. When our altar wood is soaked. Christie Purifoy says it beautifully...

All is Grace (Brave Every Day)

When someone else’s words bring an Amen from your soul, I think it’s perfectly fine to borrow from their brave for awhile. An excerpt from All is Grace, by Brennan Manning. This book is by the one who thought he’d be farther along by now, but he’s not. It is by the inmate who promised the parole board he’d be good, but he wasn’t. It is by the dim-eyed who showed the path to others but kept losing his way. It is by the wet-brained who believed if a little wine is good for the stomach, then a lot is great. It is by the liar, tramp, and thief; otherwise known as the priest, speaker, and author. It is by the disciple whose chees slid off his cracker so many times he said “to hell with cheese ‘n’ crackers.” It is by the young at heart but old of bone who is led these days in a way he’d rather not go. But, This book is also for the gentle ones who’ve lived among wolves. It is for those who’ve broken free of collar to romp in fields of love and marriage and divorce. It is for those who mourn, who’ve been mourning most of their lives, yet they...

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