03.30.2022

Truth is harder than a lie

Sometimes we feel God tapping on our shoulder, whispering in our ear, but we are afraid to step out and follow.

The dark seems safer than the light

But he uses messages from people from the past and a constant stirring in the heart and finally a song on a Wednesday morning to push you to start.

And everyone has a heart that loves to hide

I used to write as my own form of cheap therapy. My kids were small and the mommy-blogs were v popular and home schooling then-four girls all within 5 years of each other, I had plenty to write about. But then they got older and their stories ceased to be mine to share.

I'm a mess and so are you

But there has been no season more challenging or more fun than raising teenagers and watching them become young adults. I love having daughters who are also my friends, but watching them find their own way in the world has caused a rocking of my own world and a reckoning of much of what I once held to be true. (Don't worry - I still love Jesus.)

We've built walls nobody can get through

I've longed for a space to write transparently, but we live in a small community and our school is even smaller, and it often feels like we have no place to hide. I feel a responsibility to represent my family and my workplace a certain way, but we are by no means perfect, and we are regularly reminded we have very little figured out in this life.

Yeah, it may be hard, but the best thing we could ever do, ever do

So I sit in the tension of being real, being me, and being who I think I'm supposed to be.

Bring your brokenness, and I'll bring mine

'Cause love can heal what hurt divides

And mercy's waiting on the other side

If we're honest

If we're honest

*Italics are lyrics from Francessca Batistelli’s If We’re Honest.