Female in Motion

Whoa. I did not expect all the feedback from last week's blog post. This week, I want to tell you why I wrote what I did. Lately, when readers comment on my posts, they say it was great, or they needed to hear it. The ones I really cringe at are "You're such a good Christian," or "You know so much about the Bible." While I strive to be closer to God, I'm no saint. I don't want to be held up as a paragon to anyone. Maturing in the faith is what I want to accomplish. We all have our own journey. The tiny glimmer of hope I wrote about last week has become a bit stronger. My daughter and I spoke yesterday and we have plans to visit again in a few months. Because I want to honor and respect her privacy, this is the last time I will write about our relationship on the blog. Dear readers and friends, thank you for your spiritual intervention on my behalf. I have felt these prayers in my soul. *** Notable Quote: "Once you choose hope, an...

No makeup selfie Let's get real. I'm not a perfect Christian, not a perfect wife, not a perfect mother. When you read what I put in my blog posts, you get only a small snapshot of my life. Fact: I have battled cyclical depression most of my adult life. Since I am high-functioning, most people don't know if they see me in person. Throwing myself into work and other projects helps me cope. Fact: One of my daughters has not spoken to me since May 2015. I miss her deeply, love her unconditionally and wish her only the best. The pain of that loss is profound. Fact: The struggle I have with self-worth is constant and stressful. You can tell when it's getting the best of me when my hair is uncut for months, nails are bitten short and weight is up. I simply don't feel I am worthy. Before you start thinking I've boarded the Self-Pity Train, let me assure you--I still have hope. It's a tiny glimmer some days, but I know He won't let me down. I am det...

Psalm 22:16-18 For dogs have compassed me: the assembly of the wicked have inclosed me: they pierced my hands and my feet. I may tell all my bones: they look  and  stare upon me. They part my garments among them, and cast lots upon my vesture.  Look closely at the scripture above. "They pierced my hands and my feet" and "they part my garments among them, and cast lots upon my vesture." Sound familiar? Yes, those words are about Christ's crucifixion. But wait...this reference is from the Psalms! From the foundation of the world, God knew He would have to send His son to die on the cross for our sins. As we approach Christmas this year, I have been thinking more about why Christ came earth and the parallels between the birth of Jesus and His death. You can't have one without the other. In order to have the cradle, you must also have the cross. Christ was born to die. He put on human flesh in order to become our Lamb of sacrifice. The price for our sin...