It is Saturday. The day between Good Friday and Easter. And it makes me wonder, as I sit here in my apartment in good ol’ Oklahoma, what that first Saturday was like… Friday had came and went, Filled with the angry, prideful shouts of man “Crucify Him! Crucify Him!” Men willing to trade an innocent man - One who spent His time on this earth, though God, Serving, healing, teaching, and loving - For a murderer. A man full of sin like you and me. And as Pilot washes his hands of

I had a WHOLE post written up about the importance of developing a rhythm of rest within out lives but delayed posting it because once again I found myself ill. Yet, I find God had purpose even in the waiting - as He usually does. See, on Sunday my husband and I attended our little Oklahoma church and the message was on the Christmas story - something I have heard hundreds of times over the years - particularly focusing on Mary and Joseph. And, the pastor did so in a way I ha

This week in our little series on the “what ifs” that may act as a barrier to recovery we are discussing the fear of identity loss. I...

I used to HATE the idea of therapy. Honestly, I cannot truly articulate the reason, but I assume it had something to do with the feeling that going admitted I was broken, crazy, or weak…. or something along those lines. I had bought into the stigma and because of it I often denied myself the help I needed. But God… Over the years He changed my perspective and humbled me a bit, showing me that as a human, I am inherently broken, and I need help sorting through and picking up a

In recovery, a relationship with God can be a bit tricky to navigate. As you know, an eating disorder, when present in your life, can...

It is Saturday, the sun is shining and Bodi and I are hanging out at the house. Micah left in the wee hours of the morning for work and will not return until dark. The whole day is ahead of us, full of empty time waiting to be embraced. What to do... what to do.... I miss Micah, I await his return with eagerness, but the hours will tick by wasted if I simply sit by the door and stare at the clock. There is work to be done. There are things to accomplish in the waiting. I hav