I had just finished proofing the final book pages last week.
In the page-proof stage of getting a manuscript to print, all edits have already been made and mistakes have been corrected. The goal of reviewing page proofs is confirming page layout, pagination and catching final egregious errors that might have strayed from the sieve of the editor’s red pen.
The time to tweak a word, remove any sentences that have been sitting on the fence, or add any more words have passed.
That secret writing space within me, where no one is in the room as I write except Jesus and me and the ever faithful imagined close confidante is now giving way to a very public space. Suddenly, the reality of what is about to happen gripped me.
I won’t be able to take a single word back. read more…
I once felt lost and tired.
Even though no one could tell. By looking at my life from the outside.
But, deep inside, in my secret heart of hearts, I’ve always wanted something I could never quite keep a hold of — not long enough to make it my everyday home. For my soul and for the me that wanted to be free.
I’ve always wanted to know who I really could be — if I was free to rest. read more…
Sometimes, the world can make you feel small.
It can be a crowded place, so many voices.
Loud. Insistent that you have something to show.
For who you are.
And what you have to offer.
What you hold in your heart — faith, hope, and love — can feel inadequate. read more…
As I’m learning to take care of myself and place value on finding my voice, I’m making an unexpected discovery.
I’ve always been afraid to focus on myself, because I never wanted to be self-centered.
Maybe because I have been hurt by those who have been self-serving.
And I would never want to be that way at all. read more…
Sometimes, it seems like all that’s within my reach are leftovers.
As I begin to make my outer world reflect my inner world — where I am completely loved, cherished and accepted — I’ve stepped into the realities of what this means.
It’s a risk, because we need to leave the world we once inhabited — relationships, expectations and staying within the boxes other may have constructed for us.
There is fear. To leave my old identity of safety. To start over.
But, there comes a time it’s more important to create space to live as the beloved than as someone whose heart is unknown.
There are going to be changes I’ll need to make.
Where will this journey take me?
Is there really a place for me in this world — alive and real? I’m not so sure.
This past year, I’ve been receiving an increasing amount of email from our Faith Barista community about the journey to write. Even though many of us may not be writers, we are all on the journey of finding our voice. So, I asked one of our friends if she’d be willing to share a conversation and her questions with us here. And I wrote her a letter, in response to hers.
Each and every time I read a blog post of yours I find myself connecting to what you share in some way…especially lately, I keep thinking how I’d like to write you to ask you something. read more…
Do you find perfectionism holding you back on the journey of faith? The top 5 lies of perfectionism can be wiped out with the truth.
“Faith is a verb described as a noun.” ~ William Backus
I used to tell myself, “I have to stop being a perfectionist!”.
Can anyone else hear the irony of those words?
One of the biggest traps I often fall into is the notion that I can get rid of perfectionism.
“Let your religion be less of a theory and more of a love affair.” G.K. Chesterton
Last February, I did something I hadn’t done for one year, since my whole world turned upside down.
I didn’t want to spend the morning in bed again, so I decided to rummage through my drawers for a set of matching black fleece gloves, the turquoise scarf that was soft and not too fuzzy, and that old backback I last threw into the corner of the closet.
I went through my pencil cup and found my favorite pen that writes smoothly from a wide tip point and searched the house until I finally found my camera sitting in the dark on a shelf, where I forgot I last left it.
It was foggy when I first started driving read more…
“The hunger for love is more difficult to feed than the hunger for bread.” Mother Teresa
This world can be such a noisy, hurried place.
Life can get really complicated.
But, no matter what we’ve given up , what we’ve yet to find, or where we are in life, there is one thing we can always be sure of.
We need love.
We need to love.
We need to be loved. read more…
“Jesus, be the center,
Be my source, be my light,
Jesus, be the center,
Be my hope, be my song,
Jesus” ~ lyrics to Be the Center
We’re standing at the cusp of a new week.
It’s the week where the one thing that lies deepest surfaces –
the one thing dream we always dream of,
the one thing we wish we could step into,
like a warm bath drawn in the still of the night,
when all is quiet,
and the moon is resting,
and we can finally breathe.
That one thing that keeps us reaching out to find new – the embrace we want to find ourselves held in — is love.
Love is what we all long for, yet we can feel so lost. read more…