Tag: Friendship

Choose Your Color

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This lesson never ends. When it does, I’ll be strolling on Gold!

During the past months at the physical therapist, my emotions rode a pouting rollercoaster of “Baby me” and “I hurt” and “woe is me” and stuff. Day after day, I had to choose to either dwell in the ride of my complaints or purpose to be present, to engage, to focus on the end goal not the momentary pain. My therapist is amazing, my trainer exceptional, and the vibe of the office is pleasant and kind, but if I didn’t join in and do my part, there is nothing this staff could have done for me. My pain would still be there, my bones would still hurt. I had to choose. Read more

Intentional Simplicity

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Something has changed; I changed. Fear lost its power within me; unleashed truth reigns in its place. Truth statements such as; ‘It’s not your fault,’ ‘that is not who you are,’ ‘God is bigger than that,’ and ‘you have been created to choose’ poured into my soul, offering an opportunity to heal. This healing happened over time as I chose to believe these truths in place of the lies that were planted once upon a time.

I look back on the image of my broken-self, and I ponder the step by step process I took to conquer. Speaking the above truths and Scripture out loud gave truth permission to reign in lies’ absence. Upon that foundation, the step to follow required additional voices to speak truth and Scripture in my ear. In addition to refueling my mind with truth via preaching and worship, I needed Laughter.

Fear never overtook me when I was with my husband or my son. They were/are my safe places, my happy places. When they walked out the door on their first camping trip, I became vulnerable to the loneliness of fear.

I realized I had to be intentional about laughter, about friendship.

I was intentional when my husband told me I needed to find a friend. (LOL! That sentence sounds so strange; nother story, nother time). So, every time I went to church I approached a woman and asked her if they wanted to meet me at the mall. I had many shopping dates! I met many women. I learned so much about each one of them; I learned so much about me.

I had to get intentional in regards to these camping trips. So, I text out messages to my “shopping date” friends. The text was simple, Friday night? 7? My place? My boys will be gone we will have the house to ourselves for girl time. Something like that. I don’t remember how many friends showed up for that first campout girl night, but I remember how my heart was full, my house was filled with laughter, and I how I did not have to cook a thing. That’s the best thing about women. They are talented. And they love to demonstrate their talent. From cooking to baking, from bringing flowers to cleaning up afterward, talent just pours out of women. It’s what they/you/me/we do.

Six years ago, I was given the pleasure of being intentional all over again. There I was in a new town, in new churches, in new shoes;). Smiling faces throughout this Treasure Valley are soaring through my heart as I think through these last six years. Such amazing sisters that make up the body of Christ! How spoiled are we to be a member of such a vast family?!

Intentional friendship. It has to start somewhere. How about a simple, Hi. I never knew how powerful that little word could be; Oh, how I have fallen in love with its Beautiful Simplicity!

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Fear’s Table

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Sitting there alone as my tears washed over the kitchen floor, I knew something had to change. I was paralyzed by fear. I was overcome by left-over emotions of past realities. Realities of my dad’s death at 33; I was eight. Realities of this same dad leaving 7 years earlier; my 8-year-old self wondering if it were her fault. I was broken and bound by fear. And in this reality, I sat in my corner all alone. Wrapped in the body of my 32-year-old self, I wept the tears of fear that washed over me after my husband and son walked out the door. This was when I knew something had to change. Read more