Divine Failure? (2019 Beautiful Truths #1)

I almost threw up the first time I clicked the publish button on my blog.  The thought of putting my writing out into the world for anyone to read and to criticize or worse, to ignore, was utterly terrifying.  But all the blogging gurus assured me that if I did all the right things, I would have a sizable tribe in no time. 

All I had to do was call myself a writer, write and post insightful and entertaining content every day, make sure my grammar was correct and my formatting pleasing, reach out to like-minded writers, watch my stats and trends to determine the very best time each day to post, etc. etc.

Piece of cake, right?  Hah!

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Out of Hibernation

Prior to this week, I haven’t written one iota since August of 2018. I didn’t intend to stop writing, it just sort of happened. That fall I took on a new adventure in our homeschool co-op which not only took up a lot of my time and mental energy, but it ended up starting me on a whole new life path. But that is a story for another day.

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My New Year’s Prayer For You

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Happy New Year!

First I want to give a huge thank you to all of you who take the time out of your day to read my words.  I have experienced swings of renewed purpose and doubting my calling, of spiritual highs and soul-deep dryness, of joyful growth and painful pruning; your likes, comments, and follows have encouraged me to continue writing through all of life’s seasons.  Indeed, my friends, our Father has used you mightily to grow me up in my purpose here.  I appreciate every one of you, and hope my words have given you encouragement, hope, and even a chuckle or two throughout the year.

(((Hugs to you!)))

As we begin this bright and shiny new year, my prayer for all of us is this: that we may truly comprehend the depth of our Father’s love for us.

May we become rooted in the knowledge of our position as beloved children of El Elyon, God Most High.  We are royalty, my friends, secure in our status and infinitely treasured!  Isn’t that a lovely thought?

May we allow that to become more than mere thought, but to soak down deep and become our reality.  Then we can, through the grace of our Lord, be unshakable and filled with joy, regardless of what may come our way.

May we be the light of this world, our Father’s love pouring out of us in rivers, drenching those He brings our way.  Let us live out our eternal reality each and every day this coming year!

Grace and peace to you,

❤ Rebeca

 

*Photo by Serge Bertasius Photography, courtesy of freedigitalphotos.net

Running in Heels: A Memoir of Grit and Grace

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When I began blogging two years ago, I did not expect the amazing community of writers I would get to know.  There are many wise and gifted storytellers out there.  Once in a while, I stumble upon someone who can infuse their stories with such passion and vividness I feel as though I am experiencing life with them.  Mary Ann Perez is one such writer.

As she has shared parts of her story on her blog I have been privileged to see life through circumstances very different than my own.  I have seen through Mary’s eyes and I have both laughed and cried.  Her story has given me much to ponder about my own life, and of how insulated I am.  Her words have given me a compassion and empathy I didn’t have before, particularly for children growing up in unstable environments.

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This Year I Will…Oh, Look! A Squirrel!

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Herding cats would have been easier than trying to corral my young son’s attention. His eyes were constantly moving, taking in everything and nothing all at once. He would pace and chatter, touching whatever his hands happened across. Those hands would absently explore an item only to discard it and move on to the next, though never back to the place it was found. If I needed to impart instruction, I’d grasp him by the shoulders and say, “Stop for a minute and look at me. Listen. Are you with me?”

Fuzzy head nodding, his soft, hazel orbs would settle on my green ones for a moment before darting away like a school of fish. They would swim back to mine every so often as I spoke my instructions, but never for long. There were simply too many other things to look at and process. Our doctor said he had Superman hearing, but my words often got lost among the many distractions in his young head. Touching him and making eye contact seemed to help. A little.

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Ingrown Eyeballs

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I’m an affirmation junkie.  Gary Chapman would say that my dominant love language is ‘words of affirmation’, but that sounds too tame.  I think I may actually have a problem here.  The mailman once told me I was beautiful.  No, he wasn’t hitting on me, he was simply being his normal friendly self, but his words impacted me.  I grinned all day.  I ran those words through my head more times than is polite to admit.  But more importantly, I felt beautiful because of his compliment.

I used to keep every nice note given to me.  Each word of thanks or praise was read and reread, then tucked away for safekeeping.  They made me feel good.  Mere words on a page have a mystical power over me.  Reading them makes me feel loved, and more, worthy to be loved.

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