Double Portion Inspiration

I hate when I get hurt.  It is always so painful and the process to healing seems longer than it should.  I'm not talking about a paper cut type of pain.  I'm referring to deep pain that leads to an ugly wound or scar. If you ever endured any type of pain from a fall, climbing, burn, etc., you know the scars that remain are icky.  They go through many stages - blood, scab, puss, and oozing.  When you hurt yourself, the place that once was free from pain now makes a public announcement to the world that you hurt yourself.  I truly hate if this happens to a visible part of my body.  I will always have to explain to others the reason why I have that scar. Every scar has a story.   It speaks to a hurt that has physically left but the remnants of the past are still there. I remember having to receive surgery on my hand to remove a cyst.  I drove a far distance just to be with a specialist who was known for not leaving scars after surgery. ...

Does this look like your passion? I'm not a huge fan of prunes, in fact, I feel most people only consume them if they have constipation or belly issues that they are trying to remedy.  This isn't a pretty thought and neither is passion that has "dried" up. Yesterday, I received a text from a dear friend that asked, "What happened with you & your sister writing a book?"  The question was so simple but also challenging.  I sat on my couch (watching college football) coming up with so many excuses in my head.  I said to myself, "Doesn't she know that I'm a travel baseball mom, wife, runner, blogger, manager, leader at church, etc".  In that moment, I realized I had stopped pursuing the dream (within myself) of becoming an author.  It all came down to this - my passion dried up just like prunes. Now, to be clear...I still absolutely love writing. I am addicted to words and hang on to them because words hold the power to create c...

Roslyn and I post each week based on inspiration.  Whatever inspires us, we share it with each of you.  I was ready to share some great news from last week but God directed me differently.  Today is Labor Day.  Twenty-four hours that most Americans have off from work to celebrate, rest and share with family and friends.  Nearly five years ago I found myself laboring on Labor Day.  It turned out to be false labor pains but I was nearing the point of giving birth to my son.  Each day grew more challenging.  I became impatient and tried to take matters into my own hands.  I tried every "old wives tale" known to man to try and induce labor.  None of it worked.  At the end of the day, I had to wait patiently on God . I am so blessed to be able to reflect on my birthing story because not every woman has one to share.  Some women find themselves having to wait patiently just to conceive.  With all their best efforts,...