A poem? A prayer?

I’m under attack, my attitude suffers.

Everyone around me suffers.

You’ve called me to something new and great, and now satan chips at me.

And I’m letting him.

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I’m tired, I’m angry, I’m frustrated.

I eat; I withdraw.

I don’t do your work or your will.

Father, I’m weary.

I’m irritated by family and friends.

I disagree with decisions being made at my church; what do I do with this?

It’s making me bitter and I complain, I curse, I snap at those close.

My witness is one of falseness and not joy.

Help me, Father.

I have work to do.

I don’t want to be bitter, I want to be loving; I want to serve you.

Help me, Father.

My new favorite place

I spent time somewhere beautiful this week.

This is the Lanier Theological Library and I’m going to be spending lots of time here over the next couple of years.

I know it doesn’t matter where you are physically as far as finding peace or focus, but the feel of this library is so comfortable, so inviting, that it’s the perfect place to sit for hours and read, research and write. Especially for someone like me who is a lifelong lover of books.






P.S. My favorite Disney princess was Belle. It had nothing whatsoever to do with her story, I’ve just always wanted a library 🙂

Week one, ✔️

Wow, this week went by fast. Like, really fast.

Christmas break ended and homeschool started up again with the kids, as well as all of the usual activities that go with it; piano, guitar, art, counselor.

Then there was the orthodontist and an unscheduled trip to the shop for my car.

But what really made my week fly by was my first week of school.

I read hundreds of book pages, multiple articles and workbook lessons, made my first ever forum posts and participated in discussions, made a YouTube introduction of myself and wrote my first paper.

It was a lot of work. Several hours a day, actually. More than I expected.

I love it.

The classes I’m taking are awesome and the things I’m learning already are fascinating! It’s amazing.

One of my classes is Children at Risk, and in my reading this week I came across this poem. It was familiar to me, but I couldn’t figure out why at first.


After a few minutes I remembered where I’d seen it before: my grandma’s refrigerator. It was covered with cartoons, Dear Abby columns, pictures and things like that, but on the side was this poem. I probably ready it a thousand times growing up.

It was a sweet reminder of one of my favorite people and heroes, during my first week of this new endeavor. God’s timing is perfect.

I Love Reading

I started back to school today. First day. Seminary. Grad school.

I read for about four hours this afternoon and I’m nowhere near done for the week.

It’s a good thing that I love reading.

And that I have a good pair of glasses.

Infinite possibilities

Why do we like New Year’s Day so much?

It’s not just the new year either; it’s new weeks, new homes, newly organized offices… anything that gives us the feeling of a clean slate.

I think we inherently know that we mess things up and we love the opportunity to start from scratch. It’s like a reset button that clears our mistakes and allows us try to do better.

I came across these verses this morning and thought them appropriate for the start of another year:

“Return, O Israel, to the Lord your God, for your sins have brought you down. Bring your confessions, and return to the Lord. Say to him, ‘Forgive all our sins and graciously receive us, so that we may offer you our praises.'”
Hosea 14:1-2

We come back. We ask for His grace as we begin again. We move forward in hope.