Finding Joy on the Journey in Faith, Family, and all Things in Between.
It's day 13 since I met my goal for my Dress for Change Project and as promised, I'm doing my first ever dress for the day link up. It's an interesting social experiment. My daily routine now includes picking out clothes, putting on makeup, and fixing my hair before we start school, run errands, or make breakfast. I guess pretty much what normal people do. I've been blown away by … [Read more...]
Today, I've am amazing honored to guest post at two beautiful blogs. My friend, Tanya is a beautiful soul whose constant journey to find the glory in the midst of suffering and to see God's hand in it all blesses me. I knew that this particular piece of writing would be safe with her. It is part of my story and it may seem silly but I needed to write it almost as much as I need a bit of … [Read more...]
Today I am blessed to host Emily Wierenga's beautiful writing. I connected with Emily when I started reading her blog and learned of her upcoming book, Chasing Silhouettes: How to help a loved one battling an eating disorder. She is an impassioned voice in the midst of so much confusion about eating disorders and body image. I relate to her words not as someone who battled anorexia but as … [Read more...]
This weeks word: Quiet I stand quiet and still as the nurse pushes the small silver scale along looking for a balance that I have never found. She jots down the number on my chart. Asks me my height, fixes the cuff on my arm and I feel the constriction. The pressure pushing in on me. I hate doctors appointments. Partly because the role of patient is one I've had far too many times in my … [Read more...]
It's that time of the week again, when we let our words fly and take shape for the fun of it. 1. Write for 5 minutes flat – no editing, no over thinking, no backtracking 2. Link back to The Gypsy Mama and invite others to join in. 3. Please visit the person who linked up before you & encourage them in their comments. OK, are you ready? Give me your best five minutes … [Read more...]
I have a desire to be healed. To be made whole in the areas where I am not. To have the scars fade to pale flesh like stretch marks that snake across my soul and call to remembrance the growing pains and tearing of flesh that couldn't quite keep up. The scars that only time fades but the joy of new life makes insignificant. God has called me to new life I want to be healthy. Not a … [Read more...]
I can hear the soft rustle of her feet as she pads sleepily down the hall. I see tiny hands with chipped pink polish, lifting the blankets edge and then the softest wisp of a breathe on the side of my cheek as she nestles into the curve of my arm and settles where my heart beats. She is so beautiful to me. Her soft hair flowing over the pillow. He pulls up on the bed, grasping with tiny … [Read more...]
He tells me I'm beautiful. Whispers it to me as we snuggle on the couch, smooths back my hair. I look down. Fourteen years and I still doubt these words. Maybe doubt them more now than ever. I don't see it. What he says he still sees. What he pleads with me to understand and accept. There is a comfort now. An intimacy born out of long years filled with sorrows etched deep, joy brimming, and oh, … [Read more...]
Besides the inordinate amount of recipes for things involving Nutella, stuff to Mod Podge , print, or sew together, pictures that are supposed to be humorous because a child or animal is using expletives, and fantasy wedding, house, and party decorations, there are also a great many thinspiration pins on Pinterest. I've got nothing against Pinterest. I pin away with the best of them. If you … [Read more...]
"Mom, am I fat?" Her little face looks up at me, tears welling at the corners of her eyes. My heart shatters. "No, you are perfect!, " I scream inside. Perfect. My baby girl, only four. Still with baby cheeks and a squishy belly. We walk toward the car. She is carrying her ballet bag, her sheer tutu skirt blows around her as we go out the doors and I want to pull her close. Cover her, … [Read more...]
I love makeover shows. I love before and afters. The ones where they sneak up on some poor unsuspecting woman wearing elastic mom jeans, her husbands oversized sweater and a perm from the late 1980's and transform her with dark tailored jeans, cute ballet flats, and a shiny new angled bob. Or the ones where they round-up morbidly obese people and make them run and run and run and voilà, skinny … [Read more...]
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