Discernment is a tool in our spiritual arsenal – one of the Holy Spirit gifts to us. It guides us to the will of God, which is to say the best possible outcome for us.
This year I choose blossom as my Word because it represents my intention to grow from the roots I planted as a new creation in Christ (2 Corinthians 5) and build back what was broken through the vehicle of relationship.
It was the morning of the most important interview of my career; with emotions running haywire and hormones adding a dizzying effect, I decided that I just couldn't go to my interview that afternoon. The fear shouted so loudly that I couldn't hear the voice of wisdom that knew to show up despite the very big feelings. This was my dream job, after all!
God recently revealed to me that I am holding onto the weight of my past. By holding onto my past, I’m not only carrying around a weight I was never meant to carry, but I am blocking the blessings of God’s plan for me in the future. So today I ask you: What weight are you carrying that is hindering your upward momentum?
Covid-19 caught nearly all of us by surprise, leaving us ripped of our routines, schedules and normal circumstances — everything we typically rely on for stability and consistency. If we weren’t already prone to or struggling with depression, COVID-19 certainly stirred up prime circumstances for depression to show up (many of us without any prior experience with mental illness or the coping skills to deal with it in healthy ways).
My word for 2023 is slow. This word came to me as I was sitting in prayer and reflecting on the lessons of 2022. I had some very hard-to-swallow lessons last year, one of which was the fact that I am a workaholic. I use work and busyness to distract myself from pain, problems and the stillness that would inevitably force me to look inside and make hard changes that I want to avoid.
Lately, I'm encountering lots of beautiful yet frustrated souls. These women are just like me; they want more meaning, passion and purpose in their life. They feel stuck and uninspired. They feel like they go through the motions of life. I get how this feels, and if this is you, know that there is a way. There is a path that leads to more passion, purpose and meaning in your daily life. It it possible and yet it feels impossible to start down this path.
My body is not my own—it is a home, a dwelling for the living Spirit of God, His Holy Spirit. I do not own my body now that I recommitted my life to Jesus Christ and reconfirmed my faith after years of living like I wanted to.
I abused my body for many years, beginning in high school—to be liked, accepted, to fit in and to gain a man’s attention in hopes that he’d love me and finally fill the void left in my heart and soothe the pain I was carrying.
Last night was a literal dream come true, one that exceeded my expectations and dreams for my career. My students showcased their artwork at the year-end Fine Art Showcase at Bourgade Catholic High School. A beautiful display of their creativity was on display for the entire school, friends and family to see and experience.
