• freedom stories

    When My Singleness Held Me Back From Joy – Jessica’s Story

    Sometimes we come across words that read like balm to our aching souls. Jessica is a gifted writer and encourager whose words do just that. As I read through her advice and encouragement to others in difficult seasons, I knew it was important for her voice to be a part of this series. I wish I had found Jessica’s blog or inspiring Instagram feed a few years ago, during the times when I was most alone and so determined to define my worth through relationships. Today, no matter what season you are in, I hope you will be encouraged by Jessica’s story. Here is Jessica’s Freedom Story. For as long…

  • faith in action,  meditation,  weekly prayers

    Airport Prayers

    Yesterday was a day of intercession and prayer. Some of you shared your hearts with me, and some of you just came to my heart as I spent time with Jesus. I prayed for you on my morning run as the sun came up over the lake. I sat in a quiet chapel in an airport full of motion to still my heart and speak your names softly. I lifted you up during my day of travel, on my flights back home. And in page after page of my journal, I wrote out prayers for you. // I prayed for you to know the God of mercy and grace, rather…

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    Rescued From the Life I Wanted – Paola’s Story

    Friends, I’m so excited for you to meet Paola. She is sharing her story with us today through an interview we had this week. I love how technology can put us in touch with sisters/community from all over the world. If her words speak to you, be sure to let her know in the comments below or hop on over to her site (linked in her bio below). Here is Paola’s Freedom Story.  Hi Paola! I’m so grateful you’re willing to share your story with us. Before we get into it, will you tell us some of the fun stuff? Tell us about where you’re from, what you love to…

  • control,  intentional living,  mental health,  weekly prayers

    Manna and Morsels

    I had coffee with a friend, and we talked about the times of life where everything feels overwhelming and complex. We looked over at her sweet baby, napping in the booth next to us. We sipped on hot coffee in paper cups and talked about the seasons of life where we can’t see the path forward. We talked about the fog and the paralyzation of depression. She and I both have encountered the darkness of depression and the crippling weight of anxiety, and we’ve known in those times that God is there. But He has also felt far away. On those hard days and in those dark seasons, getting out…

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    My African Year of Grieving – Laura’s Story

    As I was reading Laura’s story this week, I kept wishing we were sitting together over a cup of coffee at a cute cafe in one of our cities. Which is kind of perfect, because she writes as The Caffeinated Woman and invites others to “live wide awake” through her writing and speaking. She has a beautiful heart for the Lord, and has found sweet freedom and healing from her grief through her relationship with Him. Here is Laura’s Freedom Story.    National geographic wrote an article about the way some people groups in Africa handle grief. The part that stayed with me after reading it, was that when someone…

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    What a dream about ice cream parlors reminded me about freedom

    On Monday morning of this week I woke up from a dream that was extremely realistic and vivid. It’s a recurring dream I’ve had for years, but this was the most detailed and memorable yet. I can’t stop thinking about it. I can almost smell the french fry grease, and feel the familiar stickiness under the rubber soles of my shoes. I am back at my first high school job, waiting tables at an ice cream shop. In the dream, I take a quick survey of the restaurant, and see that I have guests seated at tables 21, 22, 53, 54, and 55. None of them have been greeted yet,…

  • freedom,  intentional living,  meditation

    Open

    || O P E N || A suddenly free day created an expanse of time for thought around this word. …Open… To lay beneath a tree and look through the clearings, between the branches, to take in the expanse of pure blue sky. Space for Sabbath rest, a run by the river, cooking the stew that reminds me of my best friend. To hold hands open, gentle, soft for whatever is placed in them. To remove clutter, extra, the unhealthy and the unneeded. To make space for the healthy and good. To hear other people’s stories without judgment. To create room for those who are different than me to feel…