I don’t need anyone.
This was the vow I made to myself as a little girl. I was probably six or seven. To be honest, the details of the memory aren’t that clear, but the message I gave myself was.
This girl will not depend on anyone.
We were at an outdoor event and I had to use the toilet. My parents pointed out the Johnny-on-the-spot, but I didn’t want to go alone. I wanted someone to hold my hand and go with me.
I remember feeling teased and razzed that someone needed to hold my hand to go to the bathroom, and to combat the shame I felt, I made a vow to toughen up.
Screw that. I don’t need anyone. (more…)
The fears we don’t face become our limits.
Raise your hand if the fear of what others think, the fear of failure, the fear of rejection, or the fear of letting someone down or not being enough has ever stopped you.
(insert cricket chirp)
Fear is a theme. Deep inside everyone I have worked with, there is a fear of some sort. (more…)
Want a quick fix to all your problems? Ask yourself this question:
How willing am I?
This answer to this question is the awareness you’ll need to move beyond your “problems” into solution-oriented living.
How willing am I to see this situation differently?
How willing am I to consider another point of view? Am I willing to heal? To move on? To fail? How willing am I to truly succeed?
With the season of giving still lingering, a blog about receiving seems reasonable.
For many, Christmas is the celebration of Jesus as a gift in Whom all sins of all people who believe in Him are forgiven. Humanity is free to fellowship intimately with a Higher Power dwelling right inside them – to be loved and known and in communion with a Creator, who in His own image, created them. “He lives in me,” a song reminds me.
Here’s the phenomenon however: many struggle accepting this gift with a simple “thank you”. Most feel they “have to, ought to, or need to” do certain things or act a certain way in order to really redeem this gift. (more…)
While driving by a prison last week, I gawked at a few men digging a new grave. Two other gravestones nearby marked newly tossed mounds of dirt.
“Hm. People die as prisoners…” I’d never really contemplated it before.
Quickly I recognized two kinds of captivity: physical and mental.
There are people who are not physically living in a prison, yet they’ll die as prisoners. Their gravestones won’t be located on the corner of the prison grounds, but they’ll be buried as a person who was held captive, nonetheless.
The mind can be a prison guard. It can run us, like automatons, if we let it. We’ll just go through the motions in life, wearing our orange jumpsuits, never really stopping to consider what the meaning truly is behind those motions. (more…)