Patience and discernment. The road ahead is uphill, winding, very steep with few safe ledges. My climbing gear is old and put together with duct tape, my rope frayed, and the anchors have all been rusted, you can't fathom trusting them if you slip, but I know there will come pitches I cannot ascend if…
"Hope, when you look at the psychology of it is two parts: There's the vision of what the future could be, and the path to follow to get there", Kimberly Holmes. I've been devouring podcasts with intense focus recently, dealing primarily with personal growth and healing and the psychology of relationships.One thing I've heard with…
Capable. It's a word I've toyed with the past few days in my mind. Quietly. Thoughtfully. Examining, holding myself accountable to the truths I don't want to acknowledge, facing them anyway. I have come to the notion that maybe I am ... capable. Maybe the struggle has been, all along, that I doubted whether I…
I've got a million words to say. I could go on for days. There are a few people I know would answer if I called. Rachael, Danya, my Dad, my sister, Miki, Molly, Kenny, Tyrone, Cassie, they would probably answer too. Hi, friends, and thank you - I list you by name because I want…
In the interest of hope, I am going to choose a different life than the one I've been living. Something bigger than me, something more than I am, something inside me that isn't of my own strength, but gives me strength ... I have hope, and even when it's the smallest part of me, it…
I just walked around HEB, my local super market. There is no other way to explain this: I feel like I'm grieving a death, but nobody has died. One other time I felt even close to this much pain, and it was the immediate shock that came after I learned my Mother died when she…
There are those nights, you know the ones. I've had more than my fair share over the last several months, but this... this night. It is . . . Are there words for this? Come on Christina, this is what you do. Slow down and find the words. The real truth. Just... do it even…
Big deep breathe. A sigh. My eyes full with tears I try and write these words. These words. These words made my husband fall in love with me. We met one afternoon in 2012.I was chasing around my youngest daughter, Jemma, who had just turned one. We were in the B terminal of San Antonio…
The breathe in my lungs, such a natural thing. In out. In out. In out... wait, something isn't right, in... help but nobody is here, out... I felt this before, do not resist do knot resissttee nt fiht it the words go jumbled the time ceases to move in out in out in out in…
When the world crumbles, what do I have left? For years I've been angry. Deep down inside, something lingered that just wouldn't release its grip. I've wept at my own sin, more times than I can count, asking God over and over again to take this burden from me. Over the past three or so…
Her Heart on the Outside 