• Jesus First Minimalist

    Labor in Vain

    Admitting we have failed, falsely following our flesh, is difficult. We find ourself on the wrong path. That is where I found myself, yet again, this August. As mentioned in my last post Don’t Look Back I admitted how I had found myself drowning in my scrolls of social media once again. To say I was distracted would be an understatement. I was addicted. Scrolling, posting, & liking were a sacrifice. I sacrificed time with my family, prayer, reading God’s word, reading anything, sleep, kisses, hugs, sunshine, exercise, quietness & more all on the alter of Facebook in the pursuit of self promotion & faux inclusion. How could this, Facebook,…

  • Jesus First Minimalist

    Don’t look back…

    Summer is nearing its end & Autumn is swiftly approaching. We welcome the darkness a little bit sooner each day and the pool water ripples in trepidation of the final swim. Our family is anticipating experiencing this new season in our new home, on our new farm, & yet here I find myself…. in almost the exact same place I was last year at this time. I’m drowning in the screen of blue, lost in the scrolling. How did I get here? The hourglass fills, it shatters… millions of grains of sand that I can’t retrieve fall through my fingers. My breath is short from chasing someone else’s audience, striving…

  • Jesus First Minimalist

    Divergent.

    Time has passed swiftly, Spring ended & Summer has nearly come & gone. My original intention for Summer was to continue my focus on growth, specifically the fruits of the spirit. My Spring bible study was by Well Watered Women called Planted. Planted focused on planting our roots firmly in Christ. I was ready to grow, to flourish, to bear fruit; Jesus had other plans. Disclaimer: I desire to return to blogging at Autumn Anchor with transparency & honesty. While I am aware some may not agree with what I am about to say now & in writing to come or my future approach. I want you to hear my…

  • Jesus First Minimalist

    Choose.

    Choose. Daily life is brimming with choices. We choose: what to eat, what to wear, what to do, where to go, when to go, who to go with, what to watch, what to listen too. Psychologists suggest we make nearly 35,000 choices per day, which is equivalent to 2000 choices per hour or one decision every 2 seconds. Were you aware you made that many choices per day? This world is loud with social media, television, music, podcasts, books, traffic, video games, busy schedules, opinions, constant demand for attention, or seeking of worth; it’s deafening. Opinions come in many forms from verbal expression to shouts, how to’s, posts/comments, self-help books…

  • Fit & Faithful,  Healing Harbor

    Ding Dong the Witch is Dead

    Remember the scene from The Wizard of Oz where the house is in the middle of a twister? Winds rage, the foundation is shaken, cracked, all possessions are being tossed to & fro. Dorothy observes her greatest fears within the wind just before the house comes to a crashing halt landing in munchkin land. This is a clear depiction of the my life leading up to my wilderness season. Storm Warning Looking back I can now perceive the many warnings God presented but my “christian” to-do list deprived me of my sight & disabled my discernment. My structure was not standing upon a firm foundation, I was not at all…

  • Healing Harbor

    A Letter to My Body

    Written 12/13/2017 To My Body,  Today we took a shower. It has been less than 48 hours since I tortured you once again. Less than 3 years ago I violated you. I told you, you weren’t good enough while I looked at you with disgust. I had tried for years to make you different, like someone else. I dressed you uncomfortably & forced pads & underwires to increase where I felt you lacked. I misused you to feel loved. I exposed you for attention. Then I took it even further, I forced you to sleep & let another forcefully insert foreign objects into you thinking they would complete you, they…

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