You know those moments where you’re sitting with a close friend, and before you know it, you’ve totally spilled your guts about whatever crazy/scary/amazing/terrible thing is going on in your life? That’s what this space is for. We’ve all found ourselves in a place we never expected or never wanted to be. But while we’re here – wherever here may be for you – let’s talk about it.
Hi friend! I’m so glad you came back to chat today. We hit on a pretty difficult topic last week (if you haven’t read that blog, please go back and check it out, as today is a continuation of that conversation), and I’m anxious to know: how did your week of processing go? Were you able to identify a few places where the enemy has attempted to instill doubt?
Happy Wednesday! Hereby reclaiming the hardest day of the workweek in the name of good coffee and good conversation. How was your week? Personally, I’ve felt a little more encouraged than I was this time last week. Kind of riding the high of this whole “fight like a girl” mindset. The more I sit with this idea of the way God loves His creation, the more I’m beginning to notice the ways the enemy has tried to steal, kill, and destroy us. Like last week, I want to take a look at some of his specific attacks against women.
So good to chat with you again, friend. I so look forward to our weekly conversations. And I don’t know about you, but I could use a dose of encouragement this week. Lately, it seems like there is no shortage of attack on the creation of God, and while I have no desire to dive into politics or the complicated debates surrounding even more complicated issues, I have to admit: it breaks my heart to see the myriad of ways the creation seems to think it knows better than the Creator.
Hi! Welcome back! How was your week? *pauses to sip coffee and listen intently*
So I’ve found myself imagining a lot lately, and it got me thinking of this question: where do our thoughts go when they go a-wondering?
Hey! Welcome back to our weekly coffee date! Remember how we were talking about acceptance as a first step to discovering the purpose and meaning of us being here (aka that place we never thought we’d be, whether physical or metaphorical)? Well, I’ve been thinking a lot this week about what I consider to be step two: surrender.
