I’m learning to say what I want in life. I’m learning that true, humble confidence is incredibly beautiful & attractive. I’m learning to step out of fear & embrace life, even if I fail. Jesus has been inviting me to eat at his Table everyday, in order that I would know more of myself &Continue reading “Grilled Apricots with Fresh Raspberries & Mascarpone Cheese with Salted Butter Cookies”
Category Archives: My Journey & Story
Women & the Table
Today was marked with vitamin D pouring out of the sky, little people squealing with delight with sprinkled water kissing their face, moo cows eating apples from a loving mother’s hand & kindred spirits…mama’s on this journey with me. It was beautiful! I celebrated my 32nd year of life on Tuesday with Ben & myContinue reading “Women & the Table”
Father Wounds Lay Deep (Part Four)
It was two weeks until I would be married. I thought of my dad sitting in jail… Just five years earlier I rode with my brother along the I-10 corridor. Billboards shouting at me. Low income houses lined the freeway with dirt in place of grass as the backyard. I made small talk withContinue reading “Father Wounds Lay Deep (Part Four)”
Where I’m From
I am from silky, flowing nightgowns, from Wonder Woman Underroos and singing on mall benches. I am from the red carpet bedroom, the mummy in the broken heater, & a 70s wood panel living room. I am from the palo verde, honeysuckles & July sweat pouring down. I am from eating summer fruit saladContinue reading “Where I’m From”
Father Wounds Lay Deep (Part Three)
You can find Father Wounds Lay Deep Part One Here & Part Two Here In the following days my heart was burning with the sting of rejection. No one could give me enough love & attention to ease the pain. I sat bitter listening to others speak of their “hard” life…insert ‘tough classes, roommate problems,Continue reading “Father Wounds Lay Deep (Part Three)”
Learning to Feast with Him
Scene from Babette’s Feast (movie on lavish grace) Frustrated. Too many ideas. Not enough time. Want to go far & wide. Two little girls & a husband. Life in Bellingham. It’s real, dirty, present & sacred. This space. Behind a screen. Unknown by many. Paddling to catch the current. My voice is lost.Continue reading “Learning to Feast with Him”
Father’s Wounds Lay Deep (Part Two)
Read Part 1 of the story. “Hi, what’s wrong?” I asked. Something had to be wrong for my brother to be calling. “Well…(a bit of hesitation in his voice), dad’s in jail again,” he replied. “What?! What happened? So he’s not going to be here is he?” I angrily responded. Willy informedContinue reading “Father’s Wounds Lay Deep (Part Two)”
Father Wounds Lay Deep
This week I read a very well-written piece on forgiveness & father issues. I strongly believe that father wounds can either be the biggest hindrance or the biggest encouragement in the way we see ourselves & function as adults later in life. They also serve as a catapult in where we will land in relatingContinue reading “Father Wounds Lay Deep”
My Hypocrital Judgemental Heart
We are staying at one of the nicest resorts/hotels one could imagine. When telling people where we were headed, I felt a bit uneasiness & embarrassment, due to the opulence of it all. It is the “other” world, not my world. And I wanted to make sure people knew that. How do we enjoyContinue reading “My Hypocrital Judgemental Heart”
Glimpses
Tonight in our home was one of those nights where I was close to putting a sign on my two year old that read, “local band of gypsies?!” I believe there’s a reason why God made two year old’s so darn cute, because it would trump their naughtiness. Tayers’ cuteness factor does indeed trumpContinue reading “Glimpses”
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