There once was a girl who loved her family, her dog, books, and Jesus. Spoiler alert – it's me.
Like most of you, I found the events in Washington D.C. yesterday disturbing. But equally unsettling as the sight of protesters disregarding the rule of law and taking over the Capitol Building has been the response by many Christians. I posted this screenshot on Facebook yesterday but took it down soon after, not because I… Continue reading Enough is enough
Last Sunday, I was talking with friends and shared the story of the time I accidentally volunteered to be kidnapped. It's not one of my finest moments and leaves us all wondering how I've made it this long or successfully raised two children to adulthood. My best friend from university lives in Greenville, SC, and… Continue reading Remember that time…
Years ago I learned three simple questions to ask before you speak. Is it true? Is it kind? Is it necessary?
I can't get George Floyd's voice pleading, "I can't breathe," out of my head. It's haunting me. It should be haunting you.
It's the eleventeenth of Quarantinuary, and I'll be honest, the fact that Spring seems to be stuck in quarantine like the rest of us is starting to get on my nerves. Like really get on my nerves in an irrational, "things to bring up with my therapist" kind of way.
Anyone else weary? My heart is heavy, my mind is distracted, and my soul aches. These weeks of quarantine and protests have stripped away the pretense in our lives and have revealed things about our nation that are downright ugly. Those who hoarded toilet paper or scooped up all the hand sanitizer and Clorox wipes… Continue reading I don’t know what to say
Every Monday at 10:30, our team meets to discuss our Hits and Misses from Sunday. Each team gives a brief rundown of what we did right, what we did wrong, and what needs to be improved.Now that parts of the country are starting to re-open, I've been reflecting on my hits and swing-and-a-misses while I've… Continue reading Living in the land of Un
The devil knows your weakness better than you know yourself. He knows how to creep into those vulnerable places and whisper that you're not enough. You're not smart enough, pretty enough, strong enough. Lies. It's all lies.
I have very vivid memories of the events surrounding my father's death. It was February 1991. Roy and I were newlyweds, still in that hazy "Isn't the world a beautiful place!?" fog. I'd gone to pick up a few groceries after work, and as I crossed the railroad tracks near our house - too fast… Continue reading Liar, Liar
Early last year I read Lysa TerKeurst's book, It's Not Supposed to Be This Way. I cannot recommend it - or any of her other books - highly enough. Lysa, (I call her Lysa because even though I've never met her in person and only read her books I'm sure she'd want to be best… Continue reading A gift tied up with barbed wire
Tracey Mac Lean Dowdy 