I'm the prodigal daughter. You wait for me to come home. I might not have gone as far as last time. Been gone as long. Spent as much money. But all the moments I spend away from You add up, collecting dust. And still, You wait for me to come home. Back into Your presence. … Continue reading The Prodigal Daughter
Brokenness
Breakthrough
We got some not-so-great news on Sunday night. And a few more frustrating things happened on Monday. Little things, but they add up. So Monday night, the following unfolded. It’s a little raw, less polished than usual. More of a progression, if you will, from fear to faith, from doubt to hope, from shaken to standing firm. … Continue reading Breakthrough
Irritated (A Better Response)
I've always loved the meaning of my name: "Pearl." Years ago, someone spoke over me (I don't know if they knew what my name means) that I am like a pearl, pulled out of the mud (by God) and placed in settings of gold. I have carried that picture of redemption with me ever since … Continue reading Irritated (A Better Response)
Slow Down
(From June 1st... because June has been a crazy month.) Things to remember: I have a big forehead. I shouldn't reach down to pick something up when I'm closing a door right in front of my face. (It will probably result in a huge bump on my big forehead.) I do not have bangs to … Continue reading Slow Down
Dwelling in the “I Don’t Know”
I'm discovering firsthand what it means to dwell in the "I don't know." I'm learning to lean in to the Father and get comfortable with not having all the answers. God is teaching me how to trust Him, showing me how to make Him my only refuge. To rest in Him, to wait in the … Continue reading Dwelling in the “I Don’t Know”
His Way Over Mine
I'm a planner. I'm not a huge fan of spontaneity. I enjoy having things on my calendar well in advance. I like when things go a particular way. According to plan. (My way. My plan.) So, when plans change... it can get ugly fast. Just ask my husband. Or my mom. I'm working on it, … Continue reading His Way Over Mine
Catching My Breath
I was inspired by Margaret Feinberg's post to choose "One Word" for 2017. I made a list of possibilities and narrowed it down to one that I just couldn't shake. Breathe. Little did I know a trial was looming around the corner that would seemingly take my breath away. It certainly took my words away. … Continue reading Catching My Breath
My Race to Run 