The heart is powerful. It wants to believe the best, hope for the unfathomable, and love deeply. The heart seeks to be understood, to be accepted, to be loved in return. The heart is our motivation for pushing harder, digging deeper, and hanging on when things get tough.
“Guard your heart above all else, for it is the source of life.” Proverbs 4:23
When we fix our heart on something we want, there is nothing that can get in the way or prevent us from reaching our goal. We can climb to the highest heights, swim to the deepest depths, believe for the greatest miracles, and hope for the desired outcome beyond all reason.
When our heart is healthy, we can find strength we didn’t know we had, we can accomplish goals we didn’t know we had the ability to achieve, and we can love from the very depths of our souls.
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Fear is sneaky. It creeps in when you least expect it. It tags along when it is most unwelcome. It shows up when you are dealing with loss, with grief, with frustration, with pain. Fear knows no boundaries. It is no respecter of persons. Rich people fear. Poor people fear. Men fear. Women fear. The educated fear. The uneducated fear. It doesn’t matter what religion, what race, what your family looks like, what town you live in — fear will try to find its way in.
I would say I grew up battling fear. I would pray every night while I was trying to fall asleep that there wouldn’t be a fire, that no one would break into our house, that no one would get hurt and need an ambulance. I remember praying for safety over and over and over.
For many years, my life was relatively safe. My fear for safety was unfounded, but I still battled it. However, on May 3, 2005, I received a phone call that altered my life forever.
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Naming my kids was one of the hardest things I’ve ever had to do. How do you choose what a child will be called her entire life? How do you know from the moment you look at him, what name will fit his personality? It is a huge responsibility to choose what name a child will answer to, what name she will write on every form, what name she will speak over herself every day for the rest of her life. “Hi, I’m…”
We had a dog growing up named Spunky — that dog was crazy! My mom always said we should have named him something else. What if that happened with my kids?!?
I believe there is power in a name. What is spoken over you matters. The words you use are incredibly valuable, and a person’s name is spoken over them again and again from birth until death.
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Growing up, I thought being an extrovert was a good thing and being an introvert was a bad thing. I was always taught an extrovert was outgoing, friendly, and a lot of fun — and an introvert was quiet, shy, and timid.
Anytime I had to take a personality quiz, I would try to pick the answers that would make me an extrovert. I thought that was what I was supposed to be — and if it says it on a piece of paper, then it must be true!
It wasn’t until adulthood that I learned the deeper definitions of extrovert and introvert.
Extroverts are people who are energized by the world around them. They love parties and being with people. It is where they draw their energy from. If they go too many days without social interaction, they will begin to notice a drop in their energy levels.
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As I sit by the pool and watch my children play frisbee, I am so thankful I wear the crown of motherhood. It has not been an easy crown, but it has been so worth it.
I first put on this crown almost 16 years ago as my oldest son entered the world. His delivery almost killed him, but God’s grace is bigger than a doctor’s human error. People used to ask if he was a good baby and I never really knew how to answer. He wasn’t bad, but he was high maintenance — always wanting to be held, sung to, walked and rocked. We spent the first year of his life just me and him 24 hours a day, every day. We didn’t live near family and my husband was working and going to school full-time, so it was just me and Baby #1.
I miscarried Baby #2. It’s a feeling of loss that is hard to explain. How can you miss someone you never met? How can this tiny, tiny little life leave such a giant hole in yours? But it does.
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