I said it out loud.

“I can’t believe no one called, no one asked, no one offered to help,” I complained to my husband.

My old community wounds surface at the first hint of disappointment and surprise me with their intensity. My words sound bitter and I struggle to sort it all out.

Why is it that pain from past relationships cast a shadow over present ones? Why is it easier to remember the negative than pursue the positive? 

[click over to (in)courage to continue reading how I navigate this rocky road...]

“You inspire me” she says as she hands me a bag full of baby clothes for Mercy House. ”I wish I could be like you, but I’m just a mom.”

Her words sounded like an apology.

I offered a feeble smile.

Because at the moment, I didn’t even want to be me.

Click to read more about my messy heart over at (in)courage.

You can’t do this. You can’t do this. You can’t do this.

The words taunt, my eyes fill, heart pounding, red creeps up my neck……

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I wrote one of those “the truth hurts” posts over at (in)courage.

I don’t suffocate joy in my life on purpose, but I still do it.

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